Wocky Life

[Intro: MGM Lett]
My voice fucked up
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life
“They only respect fuck niggas, is what it seems like
I could look a nigga in the face and tell that he ain’t right
Man it been a minute since a nigga had a clean Sprite
All my niggas got the green light, my bitches say i'm goated
I rock presidential Rollies, niggas in the streets done voted”
On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest”
They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them niggas go gеt floaters

[Post-Chorus: MGM Lett]
I'm smoking on exotic-zotic-zotic-zotic-zotic
Come shop with mе I got it-got it-got it-got it
He died cuz he plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted
I'm flyer than a pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot

[Verse 1: MGM Lett]
Lett sold so much weed that nigga must have grown here
I'm too connected cut a bitch off like a phone bill
TJ was a gangster how he died off the wrong pill?
Every nigga wit me got a banger and they gon’ kill
Say, nigga I won't damn change, exotic weed this a real strain
Shit got me higher than a airplane
Pour wocky in the cream soda”
Standing up, trying not to lean over
[?]

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life
They only respect fuck niggas, is what it seems like
I could look a nigga in the face and tell that he ain’t right
Man it been a minute since a nigga had a clean Sprite
All my niggas got the green light, my bitches say i'm goated
I rock presidential Rollies, niggas in the streets done voted
On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest
They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them niggas go get floaters

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Ay, mm, I slip out them trenches with them 38s
I was packing revolvers before they ever claimed a 38
They still judging off my [?]
I been playing cool, but niggas know how to play, I come with cars you faint
“Oh you ain't never felt a slug huh?
He got a pistol in this bitch now he a thug huh?
All them gangs up on the net [?]
Last nigga spoke on G that nigga still, still
Spent a lot of money on guns, I live a real life
Gotta killer city, they keep playing that's what it seem like
Walking out that door without that pistol, that don't feel right
Smelt that gunpowder, ever since I never been right

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
Spent a lot of money on wocky, I live a lean life
They only respect fuck niggas, is what it seems like
I could look a nigga in the face and tell that he ain’t right
Man it been a minute since a nigga had a clean Sprite
All my niggas got the green light, my bitches say i'm goated
I rock presidential Rollies, niggas in the streets done voted
On my momma, youngest child, but I take care of her like the oldest
They cop the drip and I might drown em’ make them niggas go get floaters

[Post-Chorus: MGM Lett]
I'm smoking on exotic-zotic-zotic-zotic-zotic
Come shop with me I got it-got it-got it-got it
He died cuz he plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted-plotted
I'm flyer than a pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot-pilot

[Outro: MGM Lett]
Yeah, yeah