WOP

Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Young] (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex) [?], yeah I like her a lot, yeah [Chorus: FBG Young] I'm off the Wok', yeah Dolce my thot, yeah For her, I got hots, yeah She eat the cock up We shoot your block up Get dressed in a tux Fill him with hot stuff Draco hold lots, yeah I got the Glock on [?] I sell the Ps on and off tour I'm tryna feed my youngest boy These niggas my seeds, my oldest, boy We shoot your car up My hitters on hot stuff We hit your block up Fill it with shots, yeah [Verse 1: FBG Young] I'm off the moon rock I keep the carbon, yeah Chopper'll boombox I'm a big dog, woof I feed all my pups She chew the mids up She eat the kids up On my neck is a ten, uh, yeah I bought a mid, she want the molly No fuck the gimmick, we shoot up lobbies We tote the stick like we play hockey I got the Nazi, I sell the Zombie If I get jammed, I won't tell on nobody Put your homie on this Glock clip Hit him with the stick I had to swap it [Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Duck] I'm off the Wok', yeah Dolce my thot, yeah For her, I got hots, yeah She eat the cock up We shoot your block up Get dressed in a tux Fill him with hot stuff Draco hold lots, yeah I got the Glock on [?] I sell the Ps on and off tour I'm tryna feed my youngest boy These niggas my seeds, my oldest, boy We shoot your car up (FBG shit) My hitters on hot stuff We hit your block up (FBG, bitch) Fill it with shots, yeah [Verse 2: FBG Duck] I turn my flex up on the 'Gram You risk your life tryna sell you a gram, uh Shit not funny, just sayin', huh Nigga, you ain't worth my advance Pockets so fat that I ripped my pants Killed this shit, need an ambulance Headshot a nigga, goddamn Somebody need to pick up their mans It look like I got jumped on, look at all these knots Me and my brother ain't arguin' over her, we fuck all the bops Would tell you niggas 'bout y'all bitches, but I ain't gon' front my move She fucked me and then fucked my brother, huh, okay, cool [Chorus: FBG Young] I'm off the Wok', yeah Dolce my thot, yeah For her, I got hots, yeah She eat the cock up We shoot your block up Get dressed in a tux Fill him with hot stuff Draco hold lots, yeah I got the Glock on [?] I sell the Ps on and off tour I'm tryna feed my youngest boy These niggas my seeds, my oldest, boy We shoot your car up My hitters on hot stuff We hit your block up Fill it with shots, yeah