Wock N Red

We got London on the track Yeah, free them boys Yeah, bitch, we the - Wild nigga Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot Ten spin, friends, yeah Wock, wock, wock, red New Glocks, F&Ns Drew, Mox, Neff and twins Blues, blocks, I'm just pape on who? Not us Chill bitch, one fall out in love, I need a real bitch I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal shit I'm here for him, youngin' been gone, bitch know we still scorin' Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that Lil Quez Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us What you want youngin'? What you want? Wild nigga Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot Ten spin, friends, yeah Wock, wock, wock, red New Glocks, F&Ns Drew, Mox, Neff and twins What, you think special, bitch? Thump her if I catch the bitch 50k, I'm blessed as shit, bare face on my extra shit Not even on no messy shit, my new bitch and my ex the shit Dugg he back to stretchin' shit, fuck her good, no text at all Bitch might not get sexed at all, fuck on, hoe I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my fuck on, hoe I got my buffs on and my sticks Got my pint, bitch know I'm rich Risk my life just for this shit, free them boys (we the-) Wild nigga Touch one these chains, I'm in the crowd with it Foul nigga, I hop out with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah Cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' shit Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog Heard that young niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I And e'ry nigga ever disrespected got shot Ten spin, friends, yeah Wock, wock, wock, red New Glocks, F&Ns Drew, Mox, Neff and twins Free them boys