Wok

I knew I was gone get rich since I wore a bib
Yeah
Bronem down the way servin by the kids
I can't fuck wit a couple niggas nomo
But dats just how it is
Get that lo then we pull down we tryna hit 4-5 heads

Score some wok get high as hell get pape only thing on my head
500 Dubs and dat blick on me
Walk like I fucked up my leg
She might play witchu she gone go fa me
Know I got mo pape den her dad
Niggas still broke
Since 15 been makin plays like madden

Des shoes a rack
Shirt black plus the glock it's part of the fashion
Talm bout ain't that whatsaname might get popped just fa askin
Catch a opp
We on his ass
Get on his car we make em crash
Bro shoot fa free he don't want no cash
Ian gotta ask
Hoes throw me da ass

My young niggas shootin but not inna gym
Ian gotta tellem ta go he gone gettem
Glizzy and racks be stuffed in the skinnys
Hoe playin keep askin dey her or dey him
We dunk on opps not on rims
Getcho whole camp gone we not one of dem
Fn damn near tear off a limb
Might slid to the spital we hit n don't killem

Look like I trap
High as hell pullin out racks dey thinkin I got it off crack
I needa switch fa the glock
So when I start shootin dat lil hoe sound like a mac
You onnat bitch head
Still ain hit her the first day I seen er I fucked cause I'm dat
How you post pictures wit blick
But errytime we out and we see you ain got it you lack