Wock N Red
We got London on the track
Yeah, free them boys
Yeah, bitch, we the -
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
Blues, blocks, I'm just pape on who? Not us
Chill bitch, one fall out in love, I need a real bitch
I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal shit
I'm here for him, youngin' been gone, bitch know we still scorin'
Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that Lil Quez
Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us
What you want youngin'? What you want?
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
What, you think special, bitch?
Thump her if I catch the bitch
50k, I'm blessed as shit, bare face on my extra shit
Not even on no messy shit, my new bitch and my ex the shit
Dugg he back to stretchin' shit, fuck her good, no text at all
Bitch might not get sexed at all, fuck on, hoe
I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my fuck on, hoe
I got my buffs on and my sticks
Got my pint, bitch know I'm rich
Risk my life just for this shit, free them boys (we the-)
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
Free them boys
Yeah, free them boys
Yeah, bitch, we the -
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
Blues, blocks, I'm just pape on who? Not us
Chill bitch, one fall out in love, I need a real bitch
I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal shit
I'm here for him, youngin' been gone, bitch know we still scorin'
Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that Lil Quez
Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us
What you want youngin'? What you want?
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
What, you think special, bitch?
Thump her if I catch the bitch
50k, I'm blessed as shit, bare face on my extra shit
Not even on no messy shit, my new bitch and my ex the shit
Dugg he back to stretchin' shit, fuck her good, no text at all
Bitch might not get sexed at all, fuck on, hoe
I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my fuck on, hoe
I got my buffs on and my sticks
Got my pint, bitch know I'm rich
Risk my life just for this shit, free them boys (we the-)
Wild nigga
Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock, wock, wock, red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and twins
Free them boys
Credits
Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Dion Marquise Hayes, Antonio Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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