Wake Em Up Lyrics

Tryna control the thoughts in my head

But it's hard yeah it's oh so hard on me

For to feel alive

I'm finna wake 'em up this time

I don't want your advice

Ain't tryna parking lot pimp

Gone head and put this bitch in drive yeah

Fuck nigga want crash

I just got money on my mind yeah

Nosey ass nigga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah

All my hoes pressure

You only fuck with fives, yeah

I got a red bitch she bad as fuck

But got a five head

Man what the fuck

Man hold up twin this bitch

Then sent a paragraph

Okay, my hoe then caught me cheatin

Now she wanna beat me

Ratchet bitch from out the 9

All she bump is Treety

Sending a paragraph to my phone bae

But I ain't read it

I flew like 20 bows down to H-Town

But where my P's went?

Damn, fuck

Shit, I don't got no opps

But I might got beef with the mailman

Dude said I had shorted him

But twin I think your scale bad

Five in the morning liking my story

She want me real bad

Bae been in the gym, she tryna un-big her back

Because her back big

Fuck her from the back

But she was quiet, guess I ain't that big

Pullin' out a zip in sandwich bag

This nigga smoke mid

I assume this bitch here pussy good

Cause she got four kids

That's, that's crazy if you think about it

Yeah

I'm out the country with some 30-year-old freaks, nigga

Walk with my toes curled so I don't get a crease, nigga

Still run away when I drop shit up on the grease, nigga

Tryna control the thoughts in my head

But it's hard yeah it's oh so hard on me

For to feel alive

I'm finna wake 'em up this time

I don't want your advice

Ain't tryna parking lot pimp

Gone head and put this bitch in drive yeah

Fuck nigga want crash

I just got money on my mind yeah

Nosey ass nigga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah

All my hoes pressure

You only fuck with fives, yeah

I got a red bitch she bad as fuck

But got a five head

Flashing on my hoe

Even though I'm sharing that bitch

Brought a bag back to daddy I might marry that bitch, yeah

She went got an abortion she don't want carry that bitch

I know that's your baby mama, I ain't sparing that bitch, nah

Woo, Pop Smoke Rick Flair in that bitch, yeah

I- I ran out of shit to say c'mon

Bring it down to brass tacks

Bitch, I'ma go back in my bag

Ride around in my, hold up, yeah

Ride around in my Jag

Four thousand for this Marni fit this bitch still got the tag

Your boyfriend he a flunky bae I could've told you that, come on

Fucking up the section MMYs all on the sofa

I don't care about none of your stripes

If you lame, then I'ma joce you

I'm used to bad hoes

But something bout this one, gon' make me post her

Stuffed this bitch up in my pocket

I ain't never use a holster

I'll whip this bitch in Walmart if I got to

I'll whip this bitch in Target if I got to

Real Virgo

I'ma swipe up on your story if I want you

I heard your name bad in the streets twin I can't front you, no

Tryna control the thoughts in my head

But it's hard yeah it's oh so hard on me

For to feel alive

I'm finna wake 'em up this time

I don't want your advice

Ain't tryna parking lot pimp

Gone head and put this bitch in drive yeah

Fuck nigga want crash

I just got money on my mind yeah

Nosey ass nigga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah

All my hoes pressure

You only fuck with fives, yeah

I got a red bitch she bad as fuck

But got a five head

Ratchet bitch from out the 9

Ra- ra- ratchet bitch

Ra- ratchet bitch

Ra- ra- ratchet bitch

Ratchet bitch, ra- ra- ra- ratchet bitch

Ra- ratchet bitch