Hook (wylie)
Came in with the wok
I've been off that juice
You just wanna talk
All i want is you
I dont even know
What the fu*k to do
I've been in my room
Yeah i've been puffing fumes
X2
Verse 1 (lil zicco)
I've been off the wok
Ima fu*king geek
Take my dick out make her eat
Bout to fu*k
Im from the streets
Aye she gotta man
Aye like who is he
Think he tough we boutta see
Got the shooters at his knees
Got the 223's
Macs always so mean
And the shooters got the geeks
All my ni**as got the c's
If he throwing c's
Best be switching b's
ni**a know he on the sh*t
When im wit it its legit
And he asking questions
I brought my smith and wesson
A double shot of blessin
My ni**a is so wreckless
Yeah he wreckless
That ni**a is so wreckless
Yeah he wreckless (yeah)
These lame ni**as
These lame ni**as
Tryna fu*k wit me
These fame ni**as
These tame ni**as
Tryna cuff on me
These lame b*tches
These lame hoes
They love me
These bad b*tches
Them sad b*tches
They love me, (aye)
Hook (wylie)
Came in with the wok
I've been off that juice
You just wanna talk
All i want is you
I dont even know
What the fu*k to do
I've been in my room
Yeah i've been puffing fumes
X2