Wock wock

Wocky in my cup

Pop a pill and I stay woke

Pop a perc

Then I roll up

Opp pack in the air

I kill an opp and I don’t care

Glock with a beam

Am crushing all my oops

We killing the rats

Uh uh

Bitch niggas don’t fuck with the gang

We quick to sendyou to your mans

Am smokin On gas

Am blowing more gas it’s fuckin up my lungs

I keep a pole, my killers knw

Speak on my name, am steppin in blood

I put that on gang

My killers got tommy guns

MAC -11 machine guns

Am tryna pull up in a foreign

Am never being in a hurry

Might cope me a Mac laren

I see u niggas been starring

We outside with the gang

The oops keep on hiding

I fell in love with scamming

And I never stop grinding

Shii - got -real- when -the -cops -break- in

Came a long way I been running running running

You got caught in a drop top you get your ass locked up

I got a gangster bitch and you know she gon bang

Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty

The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out

Can’t compare us to the singing neega we the drill type the drip type the kill type

My Glock came with a ruler clip and a green beam

My lil neega he a demon catch an opp quick to get hitted up

Neegas having secret smoke they don’t wanna bring to the light

I’ve been writing lyrics through the night

Ain’t even much writing I been freestyling

Chrome heart amiri Jean got me styling

Aye I been freestyling

I’ve been freestyling

Am just freestyling neega

It’s tuff