Wockeisha Lyrics

[Intro]
Shabazz, nigga
Lil' bitch

[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, bitch, I got racks
These niggas is bitches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you niggas, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young nigga gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a f*ckin' pizza
Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up

[Verse]
When it come to the head, she gon' eat it up
Bitch, I count nothing but deads
And that new Glock got a leg
The FN got one in the head
All that sneak dissing gon' get your man hit
Work your bitch, I need them bands
Smash the coupe, I did the dash
Spin your block with paper tags These niggas going out sad
Christian Dior, pop the tag (Cost a bag)
Bitch, we been gettin' them bags (Bitch)
We ain't never had to wear no uniform
Thot bitch think she special like a unicorn (Lil' bitch)
I just want the neck like an ID
Niggas ain't saving opps, no IV
You can be the next nigga, come try me
[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, bitch, I got racks
These niggas is bitches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you niggas, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish bitch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her bitch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young nigga gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a f*ckin' pizza
Bitch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up

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