Wock Bottle

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[Intro] Goop Goop [Verse] He died, over a Wock bottle He slidin', fuckin the top models (Top) Too high, it look like I'm knocked-out (Knocked-out) This water, she came to Bikini Bottom (Bikini) She naked, she came in bikini bottom Fuck it up, get to that sack, she a teen momma (A teen momma) I do a show with my main bomber (Main bomber) They can't to no funeral, his face is off (Face is off) They don't come over here dressed, take it off (Take it off) I went straight to the league like its baseball like its (Baseball) I'll sit at thе crib 'fore I fuck her raw (Huh?) I done pourеd up some drank, she on White Claws (White Claw) Glock came with a switch, but he straight y'all (Straight) I get 100% out what I make y'all (What I make) Know we hip to that whip, he got a paint job (Know we hip) That lil hoe pussy dope, she got straight drop (Got dope) I been soakin' up water like SpongeBob He hopped out, choppa long as a tripod Bought a smart car, crank up, got EyeLock Lil nigga shoot off the rip, ain't no hot sides (Ain't no hot sides) Nigga shoot off the rip, then I'm shootin' too We put a hunnid-something shots in the Subaru (Got a hunnid) Know that Draco'll spit, it get to talkin' shit too At the club, we might take home the body girl crew (Body girls) I slut her out, she exotic to you (Exotic) Kicked her out the house cause she ain't tryna run twos You can prolly go and get a bottle from them dudes Leave it up to me, you get a Perc if you do I can't even see out the whip Everything 5% but I ain't hidin' from shit (Why I'm hidin' for) Roll the windows down a lil' bit I be tryna air out this bitch, the laws be on our dicks Niggas know to hide they bitch We know they cryin' and then act surprised I hit 'em (Surprised) Treat her like I know that's yo bitch (That's yo bitch) If you got a problem with it send a ride to come get 'em I'm tryna pull up in the morgue or the hospital Sometimes a nigga pay whatever to zip 'em Really want 'em dead, you don't care what the tip is Can't nobody get to no pockets, we pissin' 'em Too high to get on some flights, we be missing 'em Shoot you in your chest, I ain't tryna play with you Shoot it with the gang and we sit there, ain't catchin' 'em Hurry up and shoot out of town cause we miss 'em
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- SSG Splurge