Wockesha

We gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)

Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)

Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)

Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)

Yeah, I take a hoe from the 4

She got dough

I put her straight on a flight

I made her give up throat, then she got ghosted

She thought she was stayin' the night

This water on me need a boat, strapped with that heat, but still ain't no meltin' this ice

And I walk around in robes while she wash clothes, I don't got to tell her twice (yeah)

And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)

Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)

Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)

Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah, aye, aye)

I'm tryna eat with these P's for dinner

All black beamer, the seats vanilla

Whole lotta shots, we creepin', send 'em

That boy a hoe, don't believe his gender

Whole lotta foreigns with freaks up in 'em

I got the keys like Alicia wit' 'em

That hoe knew the routine, we switch 'em

Sticked up, no limousine, extend 'em

Big bag, I got them racks and they know

Strapped down, we got some shit off Halo

Sack chase, I'm tryna stash a bankroll

How shit go, I just talk, volcano

Whole lotta blues and greens, Luigi

Bro in the pot like he knew a genie

Play if you want, make the news, the TV

I walk through and they lose bikinis

And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)

Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)

Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)

Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)

Yeah, aye, we got all typa drank up in the freezer

Beat you I'm poppin' knockin' like a speaker

They fanned out and watchin' from the bleachers

She give that knockiana I'ma leave her, lil bro servin' 10, August Alsina

Was broke on my tee and now she wear cheetah (yeah)

We strapped with a macaroni, velveeta (It's Mirr)

I get that cheese like velveeta (cash)

I'm real inebriated off the Wockesha

Mirr never depend on a bitch, I don't need her (nah)

Dive in a vibe and I'm real quick to leave her

I got that lean K, a real sleeper (yeah)

No TLC, bitch I stay with the creepers

Bet this baby rocket give him jeeters

No Miami, Tizzy keep 'em a heater (boom)

Big Mirr NFN a real scary site

You know I stay with the strap like a lesbian dyke

Burnin' oreo runts, bitch I'm high as a kite (gas)

A **** push up and he gon' lose his life

Bad bitches givin' the kid knockiana (bad)

I'm tryna make your bitch my Thotiana (yeah)

Big Mirr a king, they call me Don Dada

Mirr and Quin steppin' we'll knock your pinata