Wake Em Up (feat. Texaco Suave & 1 Take) [Bonus Track]

I heard they was sleep so I gotta go wake em up All in they speaker I know they can't get enough I'm in the yo with a bitch that so bad she be calling me dad Never once have i picked her up If it's a problem my niggaz gone handle that You not a rapper go give em your album back When this go up I'm gone get me a platinum plaque Came in the game and it felt like a Shaq attack I'm guessing they sleep like it's tempurpedic F*ck up a check then I go repeat it I jumped in the game cause they said they need it If we talking bout plays all my songs receive it I dont argue with niggaz get out my mentions They don't pay you think so just pay attention I'm a shark in the water don't play with fishes Yo bitch heard all my songs and she say I'm litty When the envy get real they gone pull a nipsy Boy i come out the ville so they know it's in me Hol up wait Bull In the cut with a smoke pole Eazy fighting cases from the narcs hoe I still a get the cookie from the Texaco They tried to hit Slumz with a elbow You know Tonk holding down the cell though Told her its drip for sell hoe They say when you chasing them M's It get a lil harder To even go farther But I'm in my bag Not talking bout thug They think this belong on the barter If I got a check And you got a check Then tell me my nigga who harder I stepped in the game To make me a name Im dodging the hate so don't bother I heard they was sleep so I gotta go wake em up All in they speaker I know they can't get enough I'm in the yo with a bitch that so bad she be calling me dad Never once have i picked her up If it's a problem my niggaz gone handle that You not a rapper go give em your album back When this go up I'm gone get me a platinum plaque Came in the game and it felt like a Shaq attack Say my flavor real Cant do no more dripping i gotta spill Say that young nigga ball like he a signed a nigga Lil nigga you tripping think i aint real Texaco got that gas pull up pump 10 Keep a pump for these broke niggaz tryna steal Pop a ceil of the red swerve behind the wheel My blunt cost a fifty Suave gone flex on these niggaz I had to run up a check on these niggaz These niggaz sit up and they gossip like bitches I crunch in them numbers go get me some digits I got them new numbers new deals on the ticket Tryna flip me a P to a bentley Told the grower to go ahead and send it Bad bitch know she with it I put that dick in her kidney I be in the chest i gotta treat her like the hiccups She can run some game i bet a nigga never pick up If he take the shot i think he wanna pick the stick up Bad bitch thick She gone fill a nigga list up She wanna work it out but i aint tryna do a sit up Tupac makavelli get a nigga hit up Big body benz in the making this shit big up 1Take the Great but its Quay who cooking shit up She just wanna nag And i just wanna come up If i got a bag Then imma f*ck her mama They going out sad And they need to recover Im taking shit off Im feeling like a shuttle And i had to take me a breath I believe i could fly when i jumped off the shelf Flyest young nigga drip shit when i step You need some more practice i think you should prep