Wok

I knew I was gone get rich since I wore a bib Yeah Bronem down the way servin by the kids I can't f*ck wit a couple niggas nomo But dats just how it is Get that lo then we pull down we tryna hit 4-5 heads Score some wok get high as hell get pape only thing on my head 500 Dubs and dat blick on me Walk like I fucked up my leg She might play witchu she gone go fa me Know I got mo pape den her dad Niggas still broke Since 15 been makin plays like madden Des shoes a rack Shirt black plus the glock it's part of the fashion Talm bout ain't that whatsaname might get popped just fa askin Catch a opp We on his ass Get on his car we make em crash Bro shoot fa free he don't want no cash Ian gotta ask Hoes throw me da ass My young niggas shootin but not inna gym Ian gotta tellem ta go he gone gettem Glizzy and racks be stuffed in the skinnys Hoe playin keep askin dey her or dey him We dunk on opps not on rims Getcho whole camp gone we not one of dem Fn damn near tear off a limb Might slid to the spital we hit n don't killem Look like I trap High as hell pullin out racks dey thinkin I got it off crack I needa switch fa the glock So when I start shootin dat lil hoe sound like a mac You onnat bitch head Still ain hit her the first day I seen er I fucked cause I'm dat How you post pictures wit blick But errytime we out and we see you ain got it you lack