I don´t know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain´t Act
I don´t know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat I don´t know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin´ rubber bands on the racks I don´t know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back) I don´t know who need to hear this, ho, your pussy ain´t like that (Pussy ain´t like that) If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash) Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin´ over bags, yeah Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags
They be postin´ artilleries (For what?) Them niggas bleed how we bleed (On God) Got me ridin´ ´round with .223 (Yeah, yeah)
We gon´ put thеm boys on a few tees Butterfinger in my Backwood, got mе ashin´ candy Ho, don´t send your Cash App, think she got that from her mammy I´m just gon´ slut these lil´ hoes out and let you be romantic They can´t believe what I´ve become, they wanted me to panic Scars on my back and arms, bros, they revoke the bonds Wanna know just how I´m doin´, everything is everything I know niggas married the streets, but 12 took they wedding rings Why the D.A. mad at me? I don´t know this ho from a can of paint Ain´t a nigga sip more lean than me, I done poured this shit up in every drink
Had a threesome with a white ho and a red bitch, call it a candy cane ´Fore music, way before this rap shit, in my city, I been had a name GMG, that´s still the gang Much care ´til we meet again
I don´t know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain´t Act I don´t know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat I don´t know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin´ rubber bands on the racks I don´t know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back) I don´t know who need to hear this, ho, your pussy ain´t like that (Pussy ain´t like that) If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash)
Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin´ over bags, yeah Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags
Ooh, she got it all wrong I go and buy her a home All of my diamonds on Fill up my styrofoam You made me (Made me) Why the hell would you tell them people that? That´s crazy (That´s weird) I´m bein´ grateful, so if you really did, I´d thank you, no thank you, honestly How long you think you´d run until you run into danger? Bought this trench coat ´fore the ´Rari first ´Cause his mama hungry and his daughter thirsty
I walk long miles when it come to work We only come outside on Tuesdays and Thursdays Made a quarter mil´ off sellin´ merch You gon´ fuck her, but she want titties first I don´t fuck with rappers, I don´t feel they verses Tired of buryin´ niggas, we wanna flood the hearse Yeah, I dropped out, but I done fucked some nurses (On God) I´m dumpin´ ashes up inside of a foreign I´m out of town, I´ll be back in the morning (In the morning) Picked the backend up, the frontend on guns (Frontend on pistols) Ain´t no Fathers Day ´cause all these rappers my sons (Nigga my children) I don´t give a fuck, I might just marry a nun (Marry a stripper)
In and out the courts, I´m startin´ to feel like LeBron I got choppers bigger than my opps, yeah Black extendo in the Glock These ain´t the other kind, they won´t jam Fucked a cougar, still call her ma´am (Yes, ma´am) I know a nigga take fake pills, yeah, the Percs hittin´ Riding ´round with .223 like Draymond (Green) Got niggas all in the pen´ waitin´ on my mixtape You tryna hear about ballin´, nigga, don´t press play I´m eatin´ candy, smokin´ Hi-Chew, I´m still blessed, mama, I pray I been fuckin´ her for a year straight, but she still don´t know where I stay Bought a thousand Faygos, I can´t stop leanin´ for some reason
I put these karats in my ear, they think I went vegan
I don´t know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain´t Act I don´t know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat I don´t know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin´ rubber bands on the racks I don´t know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back) I don´t know who need to hear this, ho, your pussy ain´t like that (Pussy ain´t like that) If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash) Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin´ over bags, yeah Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags