Lyrics

(Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato) (Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo) (Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space) (Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face) Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face I'm the type to spend it all, I buy out the whole mall shit I'm the type to never pass, I grab and hog the ball shit He said he get motion, let me see a couple bands then Shit, that's that money talk I like popping percs before I fuck, she said I sleepwalk I like counting money in my dreams, I think I sleep talk Your bitch fell in love with me, she stuck on me like gluestick My brother a splash bro, if I up it he gone shoot it Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face Wockhardt baby bottle, pack the wood I smoke gelato Whip on autopilot, rocket ship take off Apollo Fuck the intro get it clapping, bitch I'm out in space Eliantte diamonds on my wrist and on my face Swear that I've been running through these streets, and still don't got a name Sick of Hollywood bitches fucking rappers and getting fame Remember me and all my niggas, smoking spliffs and splittin lanes Gave my heart out to a dumb bitch, now she steady fucking lames See I'm from Aco, that's where niggas and bitches stay playing They say they fuck with you, but two seconds later they spraying OG killers steady dying to some fucking teens So watch out for your members, cause they spin the block with green So you better watch your tone, so you better watch your phone Cause if you get caught lacking, there's one, two, three bullets in your dome Wockhardt baby bottle full of ack, I'm sipping drank Baby bussin so much top, you know I couldn't even think I don't even like to sip, unless it's to the brim with pink Took my wrist up out that freezer, put that bitch right in the sink Capavelli sipping ack, you know I'm sipping straight quali Fucked a bitch from Bali, she was too annoying, she kept calling Put that shit inside that Mountain Dew, now it got real voltage Up the chop up on that boy, he got to squeaking like a door hinge I'm just getting bucks, you know I'm balling, feel like Bobby Portis I got so much ice up on my wrist, but you cannot deport this
Writer(s): Danny Kapustynski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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