Wocky My Lover

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her

White tee with a black coat like a-, uh

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her

White tee with a black coat like a-, uh

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her

White tee with a black coat like a butler

I had a Glock 19 in my puffer

Gangsta online but in person you buffer

Bust down a bus and then duck and I'm outta there

Mouth full of gold like I'm made of some silverware

Millionaire nigga still eatin' out of tupperware

Feel like Pharrell when I'm rockin' this billionaire

Throwin' up middle fingers 'till I give a fuck

Lookin' like Tupac, finna go hit him up

Twenty-one years young, I bought a Bentley truck

Also some cigarettes, didn't even smoke 'em yet

Bought 'em just cause I was of age, I had to

Ain't gotta parent to get you, they glad to

Bought a new bitch for my bag

I mean bag for my bitch and it's matte blue, yeah

I can't believe we got in with the MAC through

Finally all of my niggas got sacks too

Tell me what I'm supposed to do when the racks blue

Made that bitch eat up my nut like a cashew

She said, "You know I wouldn't do that,"

But bitch I don't put nothin' past you

Move the bitch out to Atlanta for one million got her a castle (Slatt)

Make a bad bitch tie my shoes tell her tie the knot up like a lasso

And I got my hair braided like Buckwheat

They call that boy a Lil' Rascal (Pussy, pussy)

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her (Yeah)

White tee with a black coat like a-, uh

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her

White tee with a black coat like a-, uh

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her (Wok)

White tee with a black coat like a butler (Yee)

I had a Glock 19 in my puffer (Yee)

Big 'ol head get geeked, all-white fox put Wok on rocks

Love that smoke and I love my opps

I don't even wanna talk, when I see 'em just pop (Blrrt)

Me and Lil boat got on a big boat

With them hoes on a yacht just to eat out cocks

Nigga, I don't care 'bout celebrity boxin'

You try me 'gon get that celebrity popped (Bah-bah-bah)

Go, pop, Mak, where did he go? We put that boy in a gutter (Bah)

Bulletproof windows every car

Fuck out the top dropped out, on God (Skrrt)

If you in the car when we slide, you ain't go bust?

Boy get the fuck out my ride

Fuck, shit, bah, slide, so damn high

You could see it in my eyes, on God (Blrrrrt)

Blick, we miss, run it back, on God

You go rob him, I'ma pop my rod (Pop)

Pop that rod, sound like, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah (Bllrrrrah)

Fuck it, right back in

Hey Mak, is this facts submission? (Come on)

No, get the fuck out my business

Feel like Wayne when he made No Ceilings (Come on)

Kick in the door then I walk on my tippies

I get that blick and swang it, tennis

Slid in the car with my blicky

Niggas start trippin', we'll air that bitch out (Blrrt)

Nigga I ain't finna do no fussin' (Bah)

Bussin' for nothin', why is you muggin' (Hah)

Not from New York, but nigga you buggin'

I pass it, say fuck it, fuck 'round and bust it (Huh)

Outta my head, my mind gone

Don't talk don't fold, gon' pop my chrome (Blrrt)

New opp pack in the blunt, strong

Get lost, spin back, gon' and bust his done

Left foot, right foot, fee-fi-fo

I spy opp, .223 blow

Niggas be hoes 'till they come to they hood

I be out in the hood with a big bankroll (Haha)

Fuck that playin', nigga play, get rolled

Won't say shit, got sticks at shows

Talk shit when the stick hit, don't fold

Lookin' for your hoe, better call Lil Boat (Bah, bah)

Gettin' low when the police comin'

D-R-A-C-O start dumpin' (Draco)

In Ruth's Chris sipping Wockesha

Minding my business, fuck them people (Bah-bah-bah)

Wok, Wok, yeah

Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her

Stack up the cake bust it down with my brothers

Told her I love her but don't even love her

I told her I love her but don't even love her

I told her I love her but don't even love her

I told her I love her before I had fucked her