wokkie

Yeah, yeah You real broke, I got fat pockets showing up to school I don't know why you thought I was clingy, you was my bitch too fast Walked in this bitch, I'm collar straight hanging She said she tryna be my bitch, I'm in LA, I want to f*ck Huh, bitch don't hit my phone unless you know how to get rich I don't know who the f*ck I backed in with that Cullinan truck Bitch Me and icemop in the function Bad little bitch we get to fucking We in the streets, like why you ducking Tell them to keep it tucked in I don't even f*ck with bitches who bluffing I can't f*ck with fake boys Toting guns that are just toys Pull up in a (two door) Popping out on steroids You must be a bad boy Yeah that shit is nasty You're bitch just so trashy Take her to the back seat Now she tryna smash me She just wanna bash me Now I'm finna dash out Wokkie, Wokkie And I cop the whip to crash it out Wokkie, Wokkie And I flash the stick like a boy scout Wokkie, Wokkie And these 808's make you black out Huh, yeah Cause on god, you just cracked out And you cracked out like a druggie pushing 40 in a 60 Way I'm moving on these hoes make them think that I'm thrifty That I'm thrifty, on god On god On god On god