Wock Pints

[Verse: Karoshi Tarantino]
We just found a brand new lick, we gon' stick it up
Brodie just dropped his wock pint, told him pick it up
Opps was in the fucking party, we gon' blick it up
New bitch ass looking fat, imma dick it up
My bitch dropped all my fucking deuces, told her lick it up
Off-White Jordan 4's, we gon' kick it up
All my diamonds got the flu, yeah they sick enough
Had to buy the whole fucking store, I can't pick enough
We just slide on the opp block with a TEC-9
Told that bitch to leave that pussy home but that neck mine
Nigga told on his whole gang, call him 6ix9ine
I might have to drop a whole band if the bitch fine
In the store, drop a triple-double, feel like big Russ
Got a shooter playing for the Ravens, call him big Truss
Shorty wanna fuck with some winners so she picked us
Hellcats and Trackhawks, brodie put that switch up
Brodie, put that switch up
Woadie, keep that glick tucked
I can't even fuck with this bitch 'cause she dick suck
I been fucking all these fine hoes, I get mixed up
Niggas got the wock on deck, pouring six cups
Brodie standing tall on his money, he like 6'8
I been balling on the fucking court, need some wrist tape
Feeling like that nigga Rock Lee with that sixth gate
Put the chop in his fucking car like a mixtape
Brodie in that fucking sprinter
Audi color of the winter
Nigga in the gym working out so he getting thinner
Coupe color of a sinner
Brodie still a fucking spinner
She don't want a loser so that bitch fucking with a winner
Know we keep the Glock tight
Brodie got the wock pint
I got all these killers, pussy nigga better talk nice
Yeezy for the stock price
Nigga caught the shots twice
I might cut him open like a pizza, this the wrong slice
Brodie just turned 16
I just made the bitch cream
Nigga got the fake jewels on, now his wrist green
Nigga put the price up
Niggas got the ice up
Bitch I'm young Karoshi, young nigga keep that pipe tucked