Wocky Stuff Lyrics

Put a bullet in his lungs call that shit an airway

As a kid I ain't give a fuck about what dare say

Never sitting on the bench bitch this ain't the chair way

Off the tee, on the green, you ain't hit the fairway

Boutta run it back like Devin Hester when the Bears play

AR boutta leave him stuck like some hair spray

Yeaaa, bitch if it's up then it's stuck hoe

Flip a pack doing that I just made my funds grow

Bitch try to sell me some weed I know yo bud low

Started pouring up so much lean it's a mud show

Yeaaa, Quagy, Wock, Tris, and the fucking Act

Bitch like a boomerang she coming back

If he from Milwaukee put a buck in that

And she stay giving head like a truckers hat

Bitch that's not my kid I ain't nut in that

Put 100 in you get nothing back

Put 100 in and I double that

That's the reason why I'm always staying in the trap

Bitch you ain't even know bout Kay but it's free Flock

Put the gun to my head feeling like I'm Edot

Only getting online pussy that's an E thot

Bitch stuck giving head like it's freeze top

Bitch pulling up her booty shorts I see her cameltoe

I just popped a 30 like Julius where Randle go

Giving a white bitch coke is like giving Santa snow

Parents always asking me what I got this Fanta for

Bitch, I gotta mix it with some codeine

All lives matter especially the dope fiends

Bitch giving really good head she's a pro teen

Ain't even funny gotta explain what the joke mean

Bitch whenever I rap it's a ghetto Christmas carol

Make her ride like a cow girl feel like Stephen Carrol

You in some hand-me-downs, I'm in the newest apparel

Last sight he'll ever see is looking right through my barrel

Uhhh, I'm in love with the wocky stuff

Got a loan for a milly like Donald Trump

Bitch just give me brain ion wanna hump

Smoking green like I got peas in my blunt

I dropping fours so I'm really pouring high fives

Bitch really want the beef but this ain't Five Guys

He was looking through the barrel had to pop eyes

I don't even turn on the news I can't watch lies

Imma have to get my revenge if my dawg die

Bro really like Joe Kearns he look cross-eyed

If I ain't make money then I lost time

Imma have to hit up Eli I needa Fross mine

Bitch, yea you only like 5'2

Bitch only work for money that's what I strive to

Fiends coming to my window like it's a drive-thru

If he wasn't dissing his opps he'd be alive too