Glokk20 - Wockie

Look, bitch I'm sippin' Wockie, got your lil' bitch on the tresh
She really tryna post me cause my diamonds hit. & flex
Damn I really kicked her out, I'm bout to go and fuck her best
Exterminate these niggas, I'm controlling all the pests
Look, 40 round no less, time to go and get a check
If we see him drop the top and shoot out 30 like I'm Steph
Two bitches, Johnny Test, get him wack right where he step
And yo bitch beggin' for sex, I only call her for the neck
Gang, bitch I bust her open, she was wet just like the ocean
She see we havin' motion, camera lights on what we totin
We the ones that start commotion, take his head and we go bowlin
I feel like Youngeen Ace with all the opps that we be smokin
Look, chop that boy we roll 'em, blue tip bullets left him swollen
He flexible, he foldin', took his heart and then we sold him
We the ones that get it rollin', shape his head, lil' bitch we mold him
Smokin Za and she be potent', he a rat, that nigga rodent
When we come around, they notice, money long, it got exponents
Lose your breath at any moment, we got shots for all opponents
Three shots, score lil' bitch, we on it, get the coin, no supersonic
Shoot full court just like a hornet, goin' deep, her undergarments
We on him when we see it, we ain't finna do no waitin
I got hollow, do gymnastics, now your body all adjacent
Dread head nigga like a Haitian, duckin', dodgin' all the case
Talk to me about no murder, bitch, cause I'll help embrace it
Woah
Woah
Yea

Written by:
ZeDrian Burrell

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