WockDemon! ft. Coreymacc Lyrics

MmmmMmmmMmmmMmm

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Got Chrome Heart on my tee

That bitch she make believe

I put that bitch in Goyard

Fuck around, get put up on tee

Bitch don't play with me

Yeah she know that him

Got the glock on my hip, and I ain't missing yeah it came with beam

Hit that boy in his chest,

Fuck it, hit that boy in his spleen

We gon put em on the news

Yeah we gon put em up on TV

I just poured me a pint, because I love my lean

Yeah

I'm popping all of these meds again

I told that bitch yeah I got no friends

I hit me the road cuz I love to count me up all this bred

I get the cheese, yeah I get the guala

Dripped up that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

I might fuck that lil hoe today , I might fuck her yeah tomorrow

Yeah

I had dog the hoe out, put her on a leash, I put her on a collar

Yeah

I get all of this bred, make sure that I count up every dollar

They know gbandz is a shot caller

They know gbandz is a known shotta

Pull up on your block I'll let them shots off

Pull up on me I'll let them shots drop

Yeah

Young nigga want all that guala

Yeah

I just want all that cheese

I fell in love with the Wock' demon

I fell in love yeah with that lean

I roll a wood yeah it's amazing

I roll a wood yeah I get faded

I'm so high young nigga yeah,

Be yeah so elevated

Elevated like an elevator

Rocking all black like I am Darth Vader

Don't let me catch an opp lacking,

Cuz that boy yeah finna meet his maker

I told that boy, that he finna meet his maker

I slam a pussy like I'm undertaker

I beat the pussy like my name Jon Jones

I'm just like a dog cuz bitch, I just trying bone

These niggas on my dick, I tell em leave me alone

I'm smoking that gas you know that shit be strong

(You dig?)

You dig? you dig? you dig?

You dig

I'm the type to split a nigga wig

You trust that bitch but she be posted on fig

You trust that bitch but she be posted on the blade

I'm just on the on the block I'm trying to get paid

Gang hit his ass with that Johnny Cage

Put his ass in a coma yeah for like six days

Getting this money that's why they mad

Niggas be hating and acting like fags

I'm the type to pull off in that Jag

You dig? I be flying

I could tell that boy is not in the field

Told that lil boy yes I am titan

Yeah

Yeah I am not fighting, keep that pole yeah right on my hip

Yeah Im pistol packing, yeah Im bout static, pussy boy yeah Im bout action

(Yeah, yeah)

Run up on me, Ill turn that boy straight into ashes

We gon leave that boy past tense

We gon leave em in the past

Yeah I pull up like a ghost

When he saw my Glock he froze

I don't give a fuck, I keep twin glocks, yeah I keep twin poles

Run up on me, yeah I'll let it blow

Run up on me, yeah I'll wipe his nose

I don't give a fuck about who he with, cuz everybody he with getting blown yeah

(Yeah)

It's a pill party

Cuz we gon pop em all, yeah like some fucking roxy's

White bitch yeah she give me head,

Yeah she off the molly

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And she off the Molly