Wocky

[Verse 1]
Can't sell it for low this that high grade
Bitch I’m the hottest rapper in the tristate
This wagyu you ain't never try steak
Watch me milly rock until my back ache
Watch me milly rock into them rackades
I got hella hoes that's on back page
Sike I gotta wife and she sucking this dick
If these niggas talk hot ima run in they crib
Fuck what it was cause it is what it is
I can’t sign a 360 cause I know my shit

Every new song going brazy
All of these rings now I feel like I'm Brady
She wanna fuck in the Sadies
Gettin CaSh Money like I'm sign to Baby
Wanna free verse had to tell him no
Shouldn't got a perm now her hair won't grow
Throw that ass back bring back to the floor
Like limbo wanna see you get low
Had to cut em off cause he move too wocky
Hit the corner store and got me a chopcheese
Fuck her from the back and make the hoe knock knees in the trap I got the work from the popeees

[Hook]
I'm flyer then a bitch
Uhhh
Once I get a check boy ima ice out my wrist
She got ass so much ass that I ain't worried about tits

Hop in the coupe & I lose it
That boy make great music

Uh x4

X2

[Verse 2]
Niggas dont want no smoke with me
Came with smoke like a chimney
On the black we was serving that Timothy
Dam this sound like a hit me
No beyblade gang let it rip for me
Fuck the bitch once and let her go
I'm self made can’t tell me no
Ima run the game like tic tac toe
Gotta weekend bitch no x & o
And I gotta Drake no Drizzy
Spinning your block and I came with a semi
Uh
She off the white just like demi
I got the blunts and the gang got the henny
Uh
Choppa tell jokes I ain’t renny
Heard that your feature is worth like a penny
Niggas owe me like 50 now
Soak up the drip like he shamwow
Came with a drake but this ain't pop style
Boozie fade tell her wipe me down

[Hook]
I’m flyer then a bitch
Uhhh
Once I get a check boy ima ice out my wrist
She got ass so much ass that I ain't worried about tits

Hop in the coupe & I lose it
That boy make great music

Uh x4

X2