Wockeisha

Lyrics
[Intro] Shabazz, nigga Lil' bitch [Chorus] I took my foot out the trap Run it up, bitch, I got racks These niggas is bitches, they wack Runnin' laps 'round you niggas, no track I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha Grab it, pour up in a liter Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita I might hit from the back and I leave her We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers Now the coupes white and black like a zebra Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer My young nigga gon' creep like the Reaper Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa We got more cheese than a fuckin' pizza Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up [Verse] When it come to the head, she gon' eat it up Bitch, I count nothing but deads And that new Glock got a leg The FN got one in the head All that sneak dissing gon' get your man hit Work your bitch, I need them bands Smash the coupe, I did the dash Spin your block with paper tags These niggas going out sad Christian Dior, pop the tag (Cost a bag) Bitch, we been gettin' them bags (Bitch) We ain't never had to wear no uniform Thot bitch think she special like a unicorn (Lil' bitch) I just want the neck like an ID Niggas ain't saving opps, no IV You can be the next nigga, come try me [Chorus] I took my foot out the trap Run it up, bitch, I got racks These niggas is bitches, they wack Runnin' laps 'round you niggas, no track I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha Grab it, pour up in a liter Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita I might hit from the back and I leave her We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers Now the coupes white and black like a zebra Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer My young nigga gon' creep like the Reaper Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa We got more cheese than a fuckin' pizza Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up
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Credits
- Writers
- Shabazz PBG