Wock Lyrics

Prada and Saint Laurent on cause I am a G

She say she smell pressure in the whip, you riding with a P

Wake up every morning I give her vitamin D

Every single night, I use Vicodin to sleep

Sip wock, wock, wock, wock, wock, wock, woah, yeah

Ima wipe your nose like some Puffs every time you sneeze

Move like step, step, step, when we outside and we sneaking

She get wet, wet, wet in my presence til she leaving

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Ima boss she see me cross the club and then she hit the flo

She know that I got that cheese on me

And she want some more of that

I know she get flexible on dick like a acrobat

Girl you ain't never seen nothing like this, that's stupid cash

You better tread lightly round here or your chain snatched

No matter what, a hater mouth always the place my name at

Givenchy on my feet mothafucka

And that ain't cap

They still spitting stupid shit on beats and try to say it's rap

Stay busy in real life, don't got the time for a fucking app

If I see that name calling my phone, can't fucking answer that

Why it smell like skunks in here?

We smoking fucking thrax

Sip wock, wock, wock, wock ,wock, wock, woah, yeah

Ima wipe your nose like some Puffs every time you sneeze

Move like step, step, step, when we outside and we sneaking

She get wet, wet, wet in my presence til she leaving

In the play when I'm in that pussy, you keep throwing it I'm on defense

All my tracks come out too hard, they don't even need no remix

I wake up and get to grinding, go to sleep, next day repeat it

Thumbing through a hundred thousand feeling like some therapeutic shit

Think I'm gone halfway through this bottle of Patrón yeah

Switch up my phone, you wouldn't leave me alone yeah

Got me wrong, bitch don't fuck with me in my zone now

Already know that my styrofoam is full of wock

Ima born player, I fill these bitches full of cock

On that block, it's like 1 2 3 how bodies drop

I can't feel a damn thing once that Perc 30 popped

My pockets full of cash

My glock inside my sock

She got that fat ass

You know I love to fuck her

I keep my chains on

There ain't no time for cuddles

So much drip while I walk, I leave bunch of puddles

Got my bitch that Louis Vuitton in every color