Wake Up

Lyrics

[Intro: The Godfather] (Rell On The Track) You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga [Verse 1: The Godfather] I wake up, get the money, then I go back to the crib Had to get it out the mud, I can't complain, that's how it is Since you think you out here steppin', take a switchy to the head Tapped the trigger once, that bitch lookin' like Jiffy when it spread I'm on that mission, [?], can't lie, I'm tweakin' off the meds I've been thumbin' through it fast, now I got cuts all in my hand Keep that chain of white around'll kick your ass like Jackie Chan Kinda paranoid, I'll up this bitch right on a fan You a bitch and ain't on shit, I'm on to blow the stick I ain't gotta slide no more, shit, I just give lil' bro the shit Me and my uncle was a killer, nigga, all I know is blitz Tried to hop the gate, the chopper bullets left him on the fence [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I wake up, check my phone, that money call before I wake Try to come between that money, you might catch one to the face I'm on weed and I'm off drank, the night before I can't remember Think I hit two different bitches, my heart colder than December Bitch, it's Biggs, you know my body, headshots 'cause that's my style I've been runnin' with them Strathmore gorillas since a child You a pussy, Boom told you, I won't say that shit again These big 7.62s'll leave you dizzy when we spin Chopper bustin', it sound like a helicopter, like a fan Wear that same 'fit every day this week, you Dirty Dan Visit bro, he out on bond, but he still got them birdies in Tried to keep the Sprite clean, but I still pour some dirty in (Ayy) [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] The biggest boss, I get money on my off day (Yeah) Dash crazy, I can really tap the gas and make the Earth shake You and your bitch broke as hell, I can tell by where her purse at I'm ass backwards, I'd break the 'bows down and only sell the shake I know the hitman, he'd pull up on you for me Let me fuck first night, you know I took her soul from her Catch your ass and we can kill you, beat you like you stole somethin' We don't play with 9s, but that ten milli' my favorite number Nigga, yeah, we in the hottie We don't play around at the range, we aim at niggas' bodies I'm just runnin' from them bitches, I don't get to see why they stopped 'em The price right, then you ain't gotta be an opp for us to drop you [Verse 4: BandGang Javar] I woke up, bought every number on the site Your Chase been open long enough, this shit gon' clear before tonight I'm buyin' niggas' drops, since that's your friend, name your price I hope all ten together, I'll pay fifty for a strike Boogz on the road like he ain't just do a bid Punchin' Monclers, it look like we doin' Coats for Kids R.I.P. Jizzle, love his son like he my kid Even if I die, he gon' be good, quarter M hid