WOK WOK

[Chorus: Mo]
Do the wock wock, so the niggas like to lean (Bitch)
Eyes blood red, think you need some Visine (Woo)
Hatin' ass nigga got ducked on the tape (Aye)
Flexing real hard, I don't even need to be (Hm)
Bitch ass nigga, can't start on the tape (Woo)
Smoke a lot of gas make my eyes Chinese (Aye)
Spitting too hard, keep on drinking gasoline (Aye)
Niggas keep on hating, I'm not sharing all the green (Aye)

[Verse 1: Royalty The Kidd]
Ice when I walk, you niggas is all 'bout the talk
Walk in the booth with the sauce
How much it cost? Shit ain't a thing to a boss
If her name Rachel I'm Ross
You looking lost, but let me tell you what I found
No one can fuck with me now
The king of my town, and if you disagree I dare you to come try and fuck with the crown

[Verse 2: Egyptxan]
Look at my body high, so losy high
Descend from a cloudy sky, and part the seas, it's martyr season
Think I need a senzu bean
I think I'm in too deep
I'm found face down, on the greener side of the grass, aye
Singing through, fuck it, you blink and it hit you
I look 'cross the street and I see myself falling asleep
While I slide my katana right down in the sheath
Shit get trippy off of the sticky
Icky, sinister style, the sheens nigga
I'm not dreaming I'm a phoenix, I been here before
Katana to dip, on my momma, this shit finna pop
'Cause I got crystals in po-cket
Bitch gone get split like a dutch
Put my dick in her butt, she keep hittin' me up, now
Bitch I won't piss in no cup, cause I'm dirty as fuck, aye

[Verse 3: Mo]
Fuck a nigga and his bitch, I'm focused on the green
If his bitch who call my phone then she fit to get the D
Looking like a geisha girl, she don't mean shit to me
Laid down in my bed, and she gone blow my ass a zip like, woah
Mind on dope, I'm on slow, her head on woah
Time to go, here come 5-0, and I can't fold, oh no my bros
No I can't be fake, I stay strong, like some acenol
My rhymes ain't basic, and y'all rhymes are fake, and see
Your wives, we taking, yeah
My squad, we baking, yeah
My mind is racing, in no time we made it, yeah

[Verse 4: Brahman]
Aye, we got that crack in my walk, yeah
Sushi not fall on the block, yeah
Samurai sword if you talk, yeah
Me and Mo never gone stop
We took it through the people, silhouette it
Looking in the night time, get your pillow wetted
With the red inside your head, because it's sunset
Need to get the blunt, let it
You don't see the .40 to know I got a pump
And a gun with a 5 star handside, landmine flow
All the shit that I generate gonna end your flow
She be up on the Hennessy in the bando, hoe
I never make enough enemies, got a handful though
You got a handful of sacktown homies that know me
We know what it like to be lonely
Phony ass niggas ain't 'bout shit
You got about as much gas as I put in one stout bitch, yeah
Sit on the couch and I smoke it to one of my albums
Tiger like Hobbs, and you Calvin
Nigga, be clever and would he, robbin' her hood and hit licks on the neighborhood city

[Refrain: Brahman]
Give it to Royalty, we 'bout that loyalty, long as you with it
Wock wock, spitting not written
Wock wock, hazy your vision
Wock wock, lazy decisions
Give it to Royalty, we 'bout that loyalty, long as you with it
Wock wock, spitting not written
Wock wock, hazy your vision
Wock wock, lazy decisions