Pour the soda in the Wockhardt Paint the picture like pop art Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart Say I'm pretty like Leon Her chest beatin' like five hearts Popcorn and the Klondike Carhartt where my car parked Just come and get me when it's my part Gave the Uber-man five stars Left the restaurant, five stars I was fuckin' with a five star She done fucked about five stars, sidebar Pull off, all the kids fightin' like, "That's my car" Calvin and Raf Now out of stock They don't know Flacko, grippin' the wop I do what I want I'm sippin' the Wock I'm showin' my teeth off Two thousand in rocks
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line) If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk Sippin' the Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the Wock
New Prada bag Brown butterscotch They don't know Flacko I'm grippin' the wop I do what I want I'm sippin' the Wock I modeled for Dior Gucci down to the socks Bitches gon' fuck Womens gon' flock Throwin' me box Givin' me top You must've forgot This nigga's colossal My bitch is a model Gettin' the guap, gettin' the guap Do what I want ( Sippin' a lot I've been trippin' a lot Got a script from the doc I just fibbed to the cops I don't talk to the 12 I don't snitch to the cops I forget shit a lot, word
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line) If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk Sippin' the Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the Wock
I used to sip Actavis They manufactured it Sippin' these [?] Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk Sippin' the Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the WockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
