CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wockhardt
(Verse 1: Shawny Binladen)
(Yea, uh, yea)
Droppin a wock inna sprite
Sippin on Wock with no ice
Poppin a perc for the night
d**k in her gut like a knife
10k off a swipe
Free 2x no kite
Strapped up no dyke
Trap jump all night
Twin slide for a pint (Yea)
( Uh) sneak in the back kick door w the Fn
Big Shawn Wick man i feel like a reverend
Bro caught a body his hair had to dread em
He took ya pole lil n***a you let em
Head shot, head ?/?
He got the pounds tell brody to get em
He spin his block tell brody to dead em
Yea, (what!) Sippin on skraight drop
Gotta grinch up til my mf tape drop
Trappin 03 Free Bo Live ?
(Verse 2: Bizzy Banks)
(Like, yea, uh)
Im in the hood and im still moving zaza
She wanna f**k but I just want the matta
Im gettin chicken like I work at Popeye's (Yea, uh)
I just been trapping finessing these Wueys
She wanna f**k but I know she a groupie
223 bullets its lookin like Stewie'
I see a opp and im bussin a uey
Bad lil b*t*h and she go to a CUNY
Im hella fly i ain't never wear uni (at all, like)
These n***as talking but they never outside
Wanna be famous we put you on Fox 5
Ya b*t*h a treesh better go through her archives (like, what)
b*t*h im outside and im still movie sleazy
Twisting my fingers like? and beezy
Shot him up to then he died on a weekend (like, what)
I got some shootas that's still in the cut
That n***a pu**y I know he got run
I got a stick and it came with a drum (like, uh)
Tinted the Cartiers now i need a bust down
Lil thotiana I tell her to buss down
She tryna f**k and I say she can't f**k now
I took a yerkie then told her lets f**k now
Switch her position so she tryna suck now
I feel like Victor when he catch a touchdown
(Cha Cha)
(Yea, uh, yea)
Droppin a wock inna sprite
Sippin on Wock with no ice
Poppin a perc for the night
d**k in her gut like a knife
10k off a swipe
Free 2x no kite
Strapped up no dyke
Trap jump all night
Twin slide for a pint (Yea)
( Uh) sneak in the back kick door w the Fn
Big Shawn Wick man i feel like a reverend
Bro caught a body his hair had to dread em
He took ya pole lil n***a you let em
Head shot, head ?/?
He got the pounds tell brody to get em
He spin his block tell brody to dead em
Yea, (what!) Sippin on skraight drop
Gotta grinch up til my mf tape drop
Trappin 03 Free Bo Live ?
(Verse 2: Bizzy Banks)
(Like, yea, uh)
Im in the hood and im still moving zaza
She wanna f**k but I just want the matta
Im gettin chicken like I work at Popeye's (Yea, uh)
I just been trapping finessing these Wueys
She wanna f**k but I know she a groupie
223 bullets its lookin like Stewie'
I see a opp and im bussin a uey
Bad lil b*t*h and she go to a CUNY
Im hella fly i ain't never wear uni (at all, like)
These n***as talking but they never outside
Wanna be famous we put you on Fox 5
Ya b*t*h a treesh better go through her archives (like, what)
b*t*h im outside and im still movie sleazy
Twisting my fingers like? and beezy
Shot him up to then he died on a weekend (like, what)
I got some shootas that's still in the cut
That n***a pu**y I know he got run
I got a stick and it came with a drum (like, uh)
Tinted the Cartiers now i need a bust down
Lil thotiana I tell her to buss down
She tryna f**k and I say she can't f**k now
I took a yerkie then told her lets f**k now
Switch her position so she tryna suck now
I feel like Victor when he catch a touchdown
(Cha Cha)
