Wock (feat. NOLIMIT OSAMA)

Jump outside, yeah the drip from Japan
She let me fuck, but she do got a man
Whipping to hard, I got blood in my hand Niggas play in this bitch
And get touched like a touch screen
Before you get in my hood
Pussy boy gotta tap in
Pouring up purple, lil' Dior be wocking
Don't do no krll, I be fuckin' the baddest
I put dick in her mouth
Yeah, that bitch, i'm her dentist
We in the whip, man, we ready to rob
Black skimask, matching up with the Glock Hands in the air, give me all that you got
Fuck with me, then you meeting up God
Pulled up in fashion
oh my God mister clean
Smoking to hard, nigga rolled up a beam
I get them racks, the hoe fat in my jeans
Way to much bread, it can fit in my jeans
Just want some cheese
You can keep up the beef
Don't want no clout, nigga
Come out them blues

You want some clout, you get put on the news
Ar 15 gonna knock off his shoes
Got them brakes like you in the 80s
Got them 90s bitches goin' crazy
Shop open up, nigga, what you buying
A brick, a pound, one kilo
With a flyin', nigga, better duck low
Jigga bust, nigga, then go low
Let off some shots, hope you ain't get tipsy Keep a 40, can't go out like Nipsey
In the project, bitch, I be with them zombies Sipping Henny, bitch, you sipping Bacardi
Switchin' my flow, in this hoe like bang, man
Got that Glock with a switch,it go bang bang
Like a God, everyday she be praising me
I'm a Zoe so you know I got the woo on me
Caught that boy lacking
Say black take his jewelry
Smock that loud pack, that's your friend
One nigga block, we spazzing
Catch a opp and we purging
22 shot Micheal Jordan
Moon walking, ain't no talking
With the four four l will bless him



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Writer(s): Waldy Dolce
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