Woke Up Quick

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Be the last thing you hear before your heartbeat stop
Catch me banging this down your block
Your girl looking at me like she wanna give me top
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
If you think you're fuckin' with me, boy, you are not
Got, got, got, got, got, got, got
Got too much money to be sittin' in a spot
Fuck a trap, fuck a plot
Fuck the cops, fuck you thought
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No love don't live here no more
So, so, so, so, so, so, so
If you don't work, can't get no dough
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh boy, this my B boy flow
Get, get, get, get, get, get paid
But the police will bust through the door on a raid
Boss up and get this money
I'm from Detroit Icewood Blade
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get gwap
On my [?] shit like Street Lord Yacht
More money, more money, more money, more
I'm a cheddar boy, baby, and that's for sure

[Chorus]
Woke up quick
'Cause I'm from Motown
If you don't stop frontin'
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?]
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] hold it now
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] wanna quit, niggas be sick
'Cause it's bitches on my dick
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] hit me
Party people
'Cause I'm from Motown

[Verse 2]
Knocking suckers out with me, niggas can't creep me
I'm east side like Malik [?]
If you ask me how long I'll be getting money, all my life
If they ask you, you would say briefly
Pockets getting bigger, keep your finger on the trigger
When you're getting this paper, gotta stay away from niggas
I ain't trying to tell you something that you already know
Just speaking on real shit, and here's how it go
Rolling in a drop top, system on knock knock
Straight out the red zone, that's where they pop shots
Chalk on the ground, not from kids playing hop scotch
Number one assassin killers wanna be the top notch
Guns at the pawn shop, guns for sale
Either you going to Hell or you going to jail
Niggas I know graduated from Yale
Been getting bread so long it's stale
How much is your life worth? Watch when the guns burst
You can die and only spit one verse
Niggas still hating since my first shit dropped
I don't give a fuck, I'ma still get gwap
Ain't no friends wanna cover these ends
Fuck with these thoughts, get your bank account cleansed
Looking at the world through a Cartier lens
I don't give a fuck now, I ain't give a fuck then

[Chorus]
Woke up quick
'Cause I'm from Motown
If you don't stop frontin'
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?]
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] hold it now
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] wanna quit, niggas be sick
'Cause it's bitches on my dick
'Cause I'm from Motown
[?] hit me
Party people
'Cause I'm from Motown

[Outro]
That was fresh, good
That was fresh
Good, good, good, good, good, good
That was fresh
Oh my God (Oh no)
Oh my God (Oh no)
Oh my God
Oh my God, is he nuts?
Seven, seven
Seven, seven
Oh my God
Is he nuts? Darling, come here
Fuck me up the-
Watch your mouth
Watch your mouth
Darling, come here
Fuck me up the-
Watch your mouth
Watch your mouth