Woke Up

Ain't gon' lie like Mm-mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm (We got London On Da Track) (Goddamn!) Woke up with a sack Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch Yeah, I see you mugging That shit there don't mean nothing 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches No, I ain't in my feelings I'm just saying don't start tripping When I get on your ho mind (Dae Dae) Don't you start tripping, baby give me mingo Don't you start cleaning up this fucking kitchen Liu Kang baby, I can fucking kick it You say ya gang bang, nigga what you bang? Nigga you don't gang bang, you ain't got no stains 20 gang, murder gang Neighborhood in your face, fuck your gang Billy with me, F&N Hanging out that ceiling with it Nine time out of ten, he ain't really with it He can't survive in that pen if he was sentenced Nigga better try it again if he thought he was fucking with me Woke up with a sack Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch Yeah, I see you mugging That shit there don't mean nothing 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches No, I ain't in my feelings I'm just saying don't start tripping When I get on your ho mind Talk trap (what you say?) Watch your mouth (do it, do it) Fuck you mean? (How you do that?) It's my house (turn up on 'em) Hundreds kill (whoa) Going to kill (yeah) Any nigga (whoa) That fucking feel (turn up on 'em) Like they fucking with me Trunk fit in my truck since it's all tall and shit Still ride with Tuck, that's my dog bitch Semi's never tuck, I will draw bitch As far as I know, fuck the law (Nigga, fuck 12) They doing all the killing and I gotta watch my back 'Cause I got five children, yeah And they get bonds and they get appeals and that shit Just can't be real but I ain't tripping 'cause I just Woke up with a sack Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards bitch I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing Yeah, I see you mugging That shit there don't mean nothing 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches No, I ain't in my feelings I'm just saying don't start tripping When I get on your ho mind (What?) Oh, it feels so cold, it's so cold cold (burr) Get up out my way, get out my way hoe (move) I'ma get that money when I want (them racks) I'ma get that money when I want to (turn up on 'em) I'ma get that money when I want (let me run up on 'em) I'ma get that money when I want to (I'ma stun you homie) I don't know you homie Yeah Low life Low life, low life, low life