[Intro]

(Chapo)

(B-bitch)

[Chorus]

I got some Wock' up in this Fanta

My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer

Wanna talk? Talk to my hammer

That lil' Glock make him a dancer

Got Jabril calling my phone, we smokin' dro 'til we got cancer

And the opps stay talkin' down 'til they get put up on a banner

[Verse]

Who's the ho? She lookin' bad

Hit that one wrap it with Glad

That lil' 8 ounce kinda sad

Score a pint then double back

Got a pint and some pot, I put that shit right in the stash

Monkey see, monkey do, bet I got more racks than you

Never done some shit for racks, that'll put you on the news

Big old bags, designer foo'

Sendin' scripts, droppin' food

Yeah, just got a lil' 16, pour that shit up on some fruit

Send the script out to Dallas and that shit went so smooth

(Bitch)

Whеn I got pole, I keep it tucked

Came in thе back, left out the front

I told big homie pop the trunk

I'm 'bout to let this AK dump

(When I got pole, I keep it tucked)

(Came in the back, left out the front)

(I told big homie pop the trunk)

(I'm 'bout to let this AK dump)

[Chorus]

I got some Wock' up in this Fanta

My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer

Wanna talk? Talk to my hammer

That lil' Glock make him a dancer

Got Jabril calling my phone, we smokin' dro 'til we got cancer

And the opps stay talkin' down 'til they get put up on a banner

Got some Wock' up in this Fanta

My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer

Wanna talk? Talk to my hammer

That lil' Glock make him a dancer

Got Jabril calling my phone, we smokin' dro 'til we got cancer

And the opps stay talkin' down 'til they get put up on a banner