Woke

I'm woke Want smoke? Yeah Run it up, I give no fucks I want the dollars and the bucks I'm feeling like I'm baby maybe I'll be in Mercedes trucks Just because I double up it don't mean something in my cup Watch your mouth I'll beat your ass like J. Lo cause I had enough Running it up and I'm swerving these potholes Bitches coddle I go full throttle in my Tahoe I feel like a model serving these bottles full of gelato Flowing for days, I must be Latto Go ahead DJ turn it up louder, get me a record deal make mama prouder Y'all ain't hearing me, turn my sound up Yeah, yeah When I walk past they stare Oh shit little shorty, I'm peeping your lace front, when I see you next, I'm surely pulling your hair Put on the lingerie so you can prepare, yeah Beat it up like animals and eat it up like cannibals They ask me how the f*ck I switch my flow, bitch I'm versatile One day I'll be rapping live, endorsement deals and commercials How you give us all hope? Man, I use a lead pencil Man I was sitting here the other day Sitting thinking of my pay Want the notoriety, the bands and the fucking fame I want her to scream my lyrics when she hears my name Changing quarters, switching my game I took your spot, I guess I'm to blame Not my fault only one can remain Stay to myself but I'm in a new lane He want smoke, that big propane Gave her orders, now she's tame Reaching down into my hanes In this rap, I stake my claim Run it up, I give no fucks I want the dollars and the bucks I'm feeling like I'm baby maybe I'll be in Mercedes trucks Just because I double up it don't mean something in my cup Watch your mouth I'll beat your ass like J. Lo cause I had enough Running it up and I ran these dimes Got a nice view cause I'm looking at the spine Growing wood that's big as a pine Yeah, that's me boy you know that's mine Blocking numbers I'm not kind Seriously y'all ain't hearing my grind Back to basics it's my time, your shit too sour, lemon line Make connections, see reflections in my sisters I'm protecting Swear I couldn't care less if a check I surely ain't collecting How the hell you rap so fast? "Man, Q, take a breath and" "Keep your foot up on their necks, cause you're next, learn a lesson" Rapping I'm rapping I'm rapping to fast, f*ck that girl I had from the past Should've left that bitch on the shelf on the store, knew that warranty wouldn't last I wish I had the courage to rap full time but you know my mama's going to send me to class Tank on full ain't never going empty, swear to god, boy, I ain't running out of gas I'm woke Yeah