Wokkstarr (KenK beats) Lyrics

Crazy 8 Deuce, I ain't talking bout Adidas Deuce run off like I never need her

Deuce run off, ain't no mask, I don't care if he see me

Mete canik, won't panic, I need it Quit to leave a bitch, who told y'all I need her

Big 22 in the back of my sneaker Spin on the opps, oh he dissed play that shit

on my speaker, I catch him, I'm big nawfside tweaker

Slime, I ain't bloody, my billy bool buddy With me and my twin throwing Bs up For peter

Deuce 14, suff 22 in my pocket Young tweaker me, cam shared the heater

Screaming, motha, fuck the deacon Pastor my twin yeah, you know we still leanin

Trap beatin, fucked up the drank whooped my ass, yea a spank

When I was just broke, they aint act Like they need me, no speakin

Broke left me lone where my people, yeah, I used to need him

They change Like the season, tellin' your hoe that we beefin

He mad that he broke, nah for real, tell your hoe the real reason

No trish in the jeep yeah, we creepin' At me, on the gram, backspace Delete Him

This ain't no act, girl, I really don't need you, wont beat you

You make me mad, like I don't know you Deuce, but I just matched your 4, not the two

I mix, green purple red my cup, sick Got the flu

Mixing primary colors, like how I make blue This a Lean sensu bean, super saiyan, GoDeuce

Nigga, cap if he say he ain't know I ain't put on no mask on my name on the back of my shoe

Yeah, nigga, name Deuce, top 3 and not two Just me, it ain't you, tell a bitch to be cool

If I did, you can too, yeah, I dropped out of school

Super weird on a bitch, I don't follow no rules

You don't like me, that's cool, niggas know what I do

Nigga, went on the net, they got put on the news

I ain't tryna be real, I can't get back them Year's

I was grinding for us, now I'm grinding for Deuce

I ain't tryna be real, I'm just tryna be cool

Nigga, went on a lick it wasn't , it's just Deuce

I was broke on my dick, I couldn't ask you for shit

I re-up on the drink, Juuging niggas from school

Nigga, forgot we used to be cool

I pullup where you stay, He like damn, nigga, thought we was cool

Ain't directed, then it ain't respected

But I put two and two together, and got deuce

Four on the pop, minus two, that's a me

Fuckin' then what you Finna Do that's a fling

Fuck Her then call Her again, that's a vibe

Fuck on the opp, ho, yeah, that's my slime

Espolon move the panties to the side

Block the number if he asked for a line

Broke nigga, blow up my phone for the drink

So I hit the pint, fuckin' like 53 times

He give that to His play and the nigga gon' die

But I hope that he drink it and stay off my line

What the fuck I'ma do with the line

Pour up a deuce and I add a deuce five

What the fuck I'ma do with the pint

I'ma drop Like two 5s and a 6 by the night

Wockhardt, I get this shipped overnight

Wockhardt, hope I don't spill it this time

Wockhardt, deuce im a Wokkstar, P side

the Lyft with my feet up, lean over ice