Wokman

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it
Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it
Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it
Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it
Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it
Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Got a grand slam on the way bout to murk it
I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it
I, Poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface
All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent
Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer
Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers
Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture
Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Came thru the window
Get in then I leave out the front door
Won't turn off the ring, know she gon get in trouble
I tell her pull up, she gon jump on the double
Crash in her walls, she walking with a stumble
Might crack when I want it, I prefer biscotti
Getting pape offa work been working for a hobby
My bitch and my purp I like em both exotic
Ain't twisting my words, I'm twisting up her body

She look like a fan on the gram tryn pretend she ain't lurking
Come around I got her shakin like she nervous
Yeen looking for a man, you want a father
Ian looking for a daughter
Got to keep the rubber bands for the verdict

Certified the whole damn gang, only took a couple verses
Everybody made a 40 acre purchase
Ye we been on the top, and getting money
Off the E be going dummy
Setting up the bloodline with a purse

Woah

Ye

Gotta hunnid grand slams on the way I'm bouta murk it
I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it
I done poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface
All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent
Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer
Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers
Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture
Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Yeah Yeah

Hunnid grand slams on the way bout it
That cheese and that mula don't play bout it
Yeen ready for the end better stay out it
Goin dummy off a 10 goin chaotic

She a BBW
Hadda switch out the coupe to a big body
She can't sit on the seat with her new body
Told me pull up to see what to do bout it
Youon want me in love I'mma shoot bout it
Told my bitch when it pop better stay low
Told my bitch when it pop better stay low
Told my bitch when it pop better stay low

Hunnid grand slams on the way I'm bouta murk it
I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it
I done poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface
All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent
Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer
Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers
Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture
Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Yeah Yeah

Ye ye



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Writer(s): Jordan Grant
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