Willy Wonka

[Intro]
Aye uh, who up Willyin' they Wonka right now?
Oh wait- I got this, who up Wonkin' they Willy?
Is that what it is? I don't fucking know what the fuck this shit is nigga
Fuck it at this point, I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]
Okay like lean with it, rock with it, bitch get to poppin' it
I think yo bitch want a piece of my chocolate
Doing drivebys with a beam and a Glock in it
He think he me, but that nigga the opposite

Been ballin' I tore my Achilles. (Aye)
Her clothes are half off like it's Tillys (Aye)
And she want the pickle, no dilly. (Aye)
And she 'bout to Wonk on my Willy (Aye)

Aye lean with it, rock with it, bitch get to poppin' it
I think yo bitch want a piece of my chocolate
Doing drivebys with a beam and a Glock in it
He think he mе, but that nigga the opposite

Been ballin' I tore my achillеs. (Aye)
Her clothes are half off like it's Tillys (Aye)
And she want the pickle, no dilly. (Aye)
And she 'bout to Wonk on my Willy (Aye)

[Verse]
Aye, okay let's shimmy
Calling it a dime and not a penny
And I ain't talking one, bitch I'm talking 'bout many
I need me some biddies that eat it like Denny's
But bitch you can keep her if she way too friendly (Wait friendly?)
Yeah if that bitch way too friendly, I need me a bitch that's gon' bust like a semi
I ain't finna text you, I'm countin' my Zenny
And bitch I ain't stoppin' until I got plenty. (Okay)

These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with
I ain't finna stop 'til I'm fuckin' big
She told me she loved me, and after she fuck me I told her that I wasn't cuffin' it
These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with
I ain't finna stop 'til I'm fuckin' big
And I don't love you, I love money bitch
I don't got time for a hoe that don't suck dick

[Chorus]
Okay like lean with it, rock with it, bitch get to poppin' it
I think yo bitch want a piece of my chocolate
Doing drivebys with a beam and a Glock in it
He think he me, but that nigga the opposite

Been ballin' I tore my Achilles. (Aye)
Her clothes are half off like it's Tillys (Aye)
And she want the pickle, no dilly. (Aye)
And she 'bout to Wonk on my Willy (Aye)

Okay like lean with it, rock with it, bitch get to poppin' it
I think yo bitch want a piece of my chocolate
Doing drivebys with a beam and a Glock in it
He think he me, but that nigga the opposite

Been ballin' I tore my achilles. (Aye)
Her clothes are half off like it's Tillys (Aye)
And she want the pickle, no dilly. (Aye)
And she 'bout to Wonk on my Willy (Aye)