Woke Up (feat. DTR Chris)

Talking bout you got it pussy nigga no you don't Talking bout you gone slide pussy nigga no you won't If I slide down that block you got get wet up like a boat I was born in January I was born the fucking goat Yea them racks on me yea they keep me warm just like a coat Jeweler like Alaska if I go there I get froze Cutt man shit I aint got nothing but love for him' He the one that took a L so we could make a M He the one that took a L so we could make it big My big bro, been on the same shit since we were kids Got the news at 6 am still tryna make it make sense If it don't make dollars then shit it don't make sense Good on my own I don't need your 2 cents That mean I'm tryna brag if I say I'm in my bag Go get some money you niggas stay getting mad Eat the beat up no crumbs, f*ck a snack Counting money until it's no prints on my thumbs My old girls make your new girls look some bums Chris brought the foams out, shit bright like the sun How the f*ck you say you a killer and you niggas ain't got no guns Yea I got a few whips All from different continents Some say I'm arrogant some say I'm confident I don't listen to the streets broke niggas say a lot of shit Had a dream but I still Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Bro just got a cat he don't know how to act Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Girl hit my phone said she want a Gucci bag Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money man I'm so tired of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money, hell yea I'm proud of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Bro just got a cat he don't know how to act Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Girl hit my phone said she want a Gucci bag Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money man I'm so tired of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money, hell yea I'm proud of that Grew up looking up to niggas like Ferg and Herb Niggas pitching dimes Niggas spitting verbs Niggas flipping birds Thats what I wanted to do Mom said watch them demons they leach onto you Shot my first .380 thats the day I skipped class Black Glock hold a lot 30 in the mag Listening to pac felt like listening to my dad Bitch get out yo feelings go get in yo fucking bag nigga Woke up spent a stack shit imma make it back tonight Got 30 hanging out the 30 Hell yea a scary sight Yea I'm talking bout the guns but hell yea I can fight And for you niggas talking don't get caught off at the light Bro slipped on 23's thought his ass was wearing Mikes And I ain't talking bout the shoes bitch I'm talking bout the dog Pockets big ass hell yea they look like biggie smalls Baby drake with the wood, that shit look just like a log nigga Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Bro just got a cat he don't know how to act Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Girl hit my phone said she want a Gucci bag Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money man I'm so tired of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money, hell yea I'm proud of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Bro just got a cat he don't know how to act Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Girl hit my phone said she want a Gucci bag Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money man I'm so tired of that Woke up spent a stack, f*ck it imma make it back Counting my own money, hell yea I'm proud of that