WockHardT Lyrics

I sip the wockhardt that's my daily mix

Real trap nigga I got the mics then cut the bricks

Niggas faker then some bitches, wearing fake tits

I'm talking blac Chyna

I'm to P to be cuffing hoes I fuck a bitch then I one night her

Gunning in LA wit some clips and she gonna fucking line 'em

Clean nigga not a dirty nigga but I'm magic when I fucking dime 'em

Rolling wit some autobots but I'm kang

when I fucking time 'em

Damn, where the cream cause my finger itching

You think I'm paying for that pussy man you must be tripping

I got some bloods screaming slatt but niggas steady cripping

You would've thought I had no father the way I steady pimping

I done had some motion from way back I think I'm Ben bottom

When I seen a mill I almost cried, man who cut the onion

Bitch ask for my instagram "I don't run it"

Damn the glove don't fit then I must've done it

Running up a this sack like I'm von playing for the bills

I think my world full of juices the way I'm popping pills

I don't need a bitch to tell me shit I'm Dr. Phill

I could've shitted on this beat but I had to chill

I got the wockhardt I give it to my white bitch

Jealous ass daddy get the testing for a rape kit

Breeshy on the run for selling dope plus I make hits

Nigga stealing sounds but it ain't working man just call it quits

I ain't just chatting on this shit man I speak facts

Never hate a nigga that more lit and more racks

I see you fronting for the hoes man you speak cap

Never trust a Nigga that walk up wit the left dap