[Intro]

Wockhardt, hey

Wockhardt got me walking, fuck

Wockhardt got me, yeah, Helly, okay (Whew, huh)

Helluva made this beat, baby

[Verse]

Wockhardt got me walking 'round like I'm Frankenstein

Heard it's thirty phones, OT, finna take a drive

On my way right now, I ain't got a patient side

Triple H your lil' bitch, I'ma break her spine

Triple S when I step, bitch, I'm ten toes

On 7 Mile, 3rd and goal, that's the red zone

Scam star, I can't make pape with a dead phone

You put the cuffs on that bitch? Boy, you dead wrong

7.62s chop his mop, now his dreads gone

I'ma get the throat, you gon' еnd up in the friend zone

Tryna keep up? Boy, I hopе yo legs strong

One man army, had the bike with no pegs, bro

Fendi tee with the face, this ain't Kenzo

You gon' let 'em get through yo skin? You ain't head strong

Get the head from that bitch then I head home

AC in the foreign whip, I won't sweat long

Unky on the block selling girl, it ain't prostitution

Gave my Granny ten bands, she said hallelujah

Fuck love, been done fucked around shot at Cupid

Come down and wet his block, swear it ain't no mop I'm using

Bro and 'em dropping opps, I'm just dropping music

Guarantee he blast off when this rocket booming

Let me catch him down at TX, I'ma chop and screw 'em

If the steak ain't enough, bet the lobster do it

Amiri thigh pads, I got chunky pockets

Banana clip on the K, thought a monkey shot 'em

Which SBs should I rock? I got twenty options

Backpack Boyz, Turtle Pie, every puff be toxic

Walking through the rain storm, Stone Island windbreaker

Hating on the 'Gram? I don't know you, you a big hater

Self-scan, slam dunk, 201 rim breaker

Only way you gon' beat the team is with six players

Hit yo bitch and disappear like I'm Criss Angel

Off-White belt, when I sit down, this bitch tangle

Whole team eating, told the chef we need a big table

I know you sick yo bitch hit the loft, finna get facial

Gold chain on, slamming hoes like I'm Kurt Angle

Looking at a bitch I just met, "You on dirt, ain't you?"

Looking up at doggy in the booth, "You finna perp, ain't you?"

Looking dead in the mirror, "Boy, you turnt, ain't you?"

Star player, I just dropped a four in my Gatorade

.223s hit his 'fro, it became a fade

Road runner, Punch God, bitch, I be state to state

When I talk, they all listen to me like I'm Major Payne

No sense, spent four on the belt and pants

Unky on the block catching bricks like he Elton Brand

And he'll take you to the kitchen where he selling tan

Bro make his own pape, you think that I held his hand?

Up twenty-one on the opps, they getting blew out

Hopped out the coupe, had that lil' bitch like, "Ooh, wow"

I might take a trip to Hawaii, throw a Luau

Punch God, when I walk in, you bow

Shitty charm on my neck, that bitch blew out

I'll send everybody home like it's two outs

So many blues in my roll, I might lose count

Big Rick Owens, scuff 'em once? They get threw out

Scam Man, bitch, I'm paying five for a Cali' addy

Penny pincher like you Mr. Krabs, you a Krabby Patty

Got back home and I ain't even have a navi'

Where I'm from, you grab a 'Cat when you catch a Scatty

Bitch want some money? Better ask yo daddy

It's 2021, why the fuck are yo pants so baggy?

Bitch walking in, told the other one to grab her panties

Big pape, type of money that'll make you smack yo granny

Ten toes, stepping in these big bottom Pradas

Hunnid in the clip, fuck around and drop a dollar

Doggy talking 'bout a hunnid? He ain't got a comma

Hella ammo in the clip like I found a llama

Black tinted Hellcat, this is not Wakanda

Burberry plaid button up, had to pop the collar

Ninety-five out, still sliding in a balaclava

I'm a warrior with this .9 but I'm not 'Guodala

[Outro]

I mean, Iguodala, fuck, Shittyboyz