WOKMAN Lyrics

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Riding with the grams inna bag tryn work it

Got a grand slam on the way bout to murk it

I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it

I, Poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface

All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent

Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer

Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers

Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture

Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Came thru the window

Get in then I leave out the front door

Won't turn off the ring, know she gon get in trouble

I tell her pull up, she gon jump on the double

Crash in her walls, she walking with a stumble

Might crack when I want it, I prefer biscotti

Getting pape offa work been working for a hobby

My bitch and my purp I like em both exotic

Ain't twisting my words, I'm twisting up her body

She look like a fan on the gram tryn pretend she ain't lurking

Come around I got her shakin like she nervous

Yeen looking for a man, you want a father

Ian looking for a daughter

Got to keep the rubber bands for the verdict

Certified the whole damn gang, only took a couple verses

Everybody made a 40 acre purchase

Ye we been on the top, and getting money

Off the E be going dummy

Setting up the bloodline with a purse

Woah

Ye

Gotta hunnid grand slams on the way, I'm bouta murk it

I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it

I done poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface

All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent

Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer

Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers

Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture

Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Yeah Yeah

Hunnid grand slams on the way bout it

That cheese and that mula don't play bout it

Yeen ready for the end better stay out it

Goin dummy off a 10 goin chaotic

She a BBW

Hadda switch out the coupe to a big body

She can't sit on the seat with her new body

Told me pull up to see what to do bout it

Youon want me in love I'mma shoot bout it

Told my bitch when it pop better stay low

Told my bitch when it pop better stay low

Told my bitch when it pop better stay low

Hunnid grand slams on the way, I'm bouta murk it

I been riding with the grams in the bag tryn work it

I done poured a cup of red, but it was purple on the surface

All the bitches gettin nervous think I'm sippin on detergent

Gotdamn, it's kickin in I'm feelin wavy like a surfer

Ian even tryna kick it, I was joking on the servers

Shorde only brought her nigga for the make him take our picture

Watch ya back cuz he ah diss you when he talking on the pillow

Yeah Yeah

Ye ye