wokkie ft. icemop & bblink Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

You real broke, I got fat pockets showing up to school

I don't know why you thought I was clingy, you was my bitch too fast

Walked in this bitch, I'm collar straight hanging

She said she tryna be my bitch, I'm in LA, I want to fuck

Huh, bitch don't hit my phone unless you know how to get rich

I don't know who the fuck I backed in with that Cullinan truck

Bitch

Me and icemop in the function

Bad little bitch we get to fucking

We in the streets, like why you ducking

Tell them to keep it tucked in

I don't even fuck with bitches who bluffing

I can't fuck with fake boys

Toting guns that are just toys

Pull up in a (two door)

Popping out on steroids

You must be a bad boy

Yeah that shit is nasty

You're bitch just so trashy

Take her to the back seat

Now she tryna smash me

She just wanna bash me

Now I'm finna dash out

Wokkie, Wokkie

And I cop the whip to crash it out

Wokkie, Wokkie

And I flash the stick like a boy scout

Wokkie, Wokkie

And these 808's make you black out

Huh, yeah

Cause on god, you just cracked out

And you cracked out like a druggie pushing 40 in a 60

Way I'm moving on these hoes make them think that I'm thrifty

That I'm thrifty, on god

On god

On god

On god