Wakey Wakey! ft. KrispyLife Kidd & Ysr Gramz Lyrics

Yeah I'm tripping I feel like I just won a dub in this bitch

Yeah me and Dub in the club look like a dub in this bitch

Don't play with me and gang we ah get you drug through this bitch

High school band car we got drums in the whip

Primo you been tripping on this shit lately

Fuck around and gone head and have to give you flowers

My white boy really got that yeah like he Austin Powers

You got bottled in the club and ran boy you a coward

I got five scales and four phones

Talking about a what nigga? You ah get stepped on

Don't call this one call my other line this my meth phone

Really 'round this bitch with Wu-Tang this my Meth song

Young dog ah drop a nigga for the best strongs

You ain't really hard boy you just dress strong

I ain't tax but I want five racks for the next song

Catch a nigga outta bounds and get him stepped on

What up Kidd

Brodie walked in with the shhhh under the trench coat

Fuck if you got a vest on them bullets dipped in Teflon

I could walk up in the party with it on me fuck that dress code

Got a spicy little Chinese bitch who love me she my Cajun Asian

You really want to come and try me bitch you better say your graces

How the fuck you out here claiming gang but you done made a statement?

I was made to be amazing bitch you can blame my maker

I'm the Waker Upper bitch ring ring Wakey Wakey!

Roll a wood every time they talk shit I be facing haters

A leader by example fuck around and get demonstrated

I ah carve Most Wanted in the side your head I'm a taper fader

Oooo I just took your bitch where she go you can try and find her

I'll eat her pussy out until she crying I be wine and dining

This white bitch is wrapped around my waist like some tidy whities

I'll let my brother sing yo ass a lullaby Nighty Nighty!

Damn, yeah

Wakey Bakey! I don't give a fuck about shit I ah clap your auntie

Have you ever paid a hundred dollars for a fucking kd

I don't give a fuck about your raps nigga you ain't Jay Z

I'm high as hell right now so I'm kind of lazy

I think this nigga fuck with twelve he ain't Tom Brady

I'm a sell the bows for like ten times eighty

She like is you coming over? I'm like maybe

I ah shoot you seven times like I'm waist deep

If you want a verse from YSR you gone have to pay me

I hit this bitch in her head cause she tried to play me

I just shot up the party he want tryna pay me

My nigga look like Babyface we Wavy Gang baby

I get the bows for the low from my fucking amy

I'm a pay two thousand when I go to Vegas

We ain't drunk but I left that lil nigga wasted