Monkey C Monkey Doo

Lyrics

[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 your girl 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 you girl 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 you girl calling my phone, we smokin' dro 'til we got cancer And the opps stay talkin' down 'til they get put up on a banner