braezonday - hope it's wock lyrics
[verse: kasher quon]
i paid sixty for a three+five, real lemon cherry
and i f+cked a virgin b+tch yesterday and popped her cherry
and i only smoke exotic weed, i ain’t smokin’ larry
and i’m ridin’ in a scat pack, you ain’t finna trail me
i’ma leave you in the dust
told my ex b+tch, “f+ck you, and you can suck my nuts”
[?] a bad b+tch and told her, “let me touch your b+tt”
i swear bein’ broke with no money, dog, that sh+t ain’t fun
how you gon’ slide on me and you ain’t got no gun?
i couldn’t find no b+tch last night, i ain’t smack no buns
if you catch me there, i’m performin’, i don’t do clubs
my white boy from cali, he grow bud
i just caught a bum+ass n+gga on a moped
i’m ridin’ in a srt, it’s a mopar
how you gon’ slide on me and you ain’t got no car?
and i’m in the studio mad i ain’t got no wock’
f+ck all my old hoes, i need new thots
f+ck my xd, i need new glocks
i should’ve never sold my rollie, i need a new watch
i’m tired of smokin’ the same sh+t, i need a new crop
stop sayin’ that your music fire, you know it’s not
pulled up to the stu’ at 6, supposed to have been four o’clock
pharmacy just gave me a six, i hope it’s wock’
i think this the police behind me, i just hope it’s not
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