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