WakeUp/Bentley Bentayga Lyrics

I think I bit off more than I chew

What I'm rocking? These them Jimmy Choo's

What I'm counting? These Benjamin Blues

Ty just put the mother fucking rap game right in snooze

Like

Wake up

Roll my blunt then face up

She give ultimatums

But I don't even take them

She like, "Baby, me or paper?"

I'm like, "Paper easy"

Paper can't leave me

Diamonds on me dripping Fiji

Good luck seeing, my neck gleaming

Oh my, Oh my

I swear

Bro, Never mind

Fuck it, I'm just, fuck it

whatever

I think I bit off more than I chew

What I'm rocking? These them Jimmy Choo's

What I'm counting? These Benjamin Blues

Ty just put the mother fucking rap game right in snooze

Like

Wake up

I'm tired of people who sleeping on me but then turn around claiming they woke

Bro got a chop with extensions

you fuck around you might just end up inside of the scope

I keep a .40 right next to me

If you run up chances are that you're going to get poked

Shawty in love with the powder

Yeah that explains why she always be carving the snow

Um, you know it get cold

Baby yea you know

I might up the 4-0

Then I might have to blow

Baby I could give you what you need, just say please

I got Cartier the frames 'cause Balmain all over the jeans

Noticed they want to clone me, told them they ain't got the genes

Now they pulled 100 grams out of the stash, I'm like, "Oh Jeez"

Hopping out the Bentley Bentayga, don't give a fuck

I keep choppas loaded up, just in case they wanna try their luck

All the drugs imported, tell T to go get the truck

Done with all the formal shit, I might go grab the pump

It get dangerous

I swear my gang don't bang for shit

I told him we can't hang with him

Out the whip I'm spraying bitch

You know what I'm saying bitch

Money, I just make it quick

I might crash the R8

Straight into the damn ditch

Gripping on my sam smith

You know that it blam quick

I don't want your damn girl

Do you know what my brand is?

And you know that it's Ty's world

So I fuck any main bitch

My bro toat the stainless

He said you can't aim shit

And I said that that's damn right

'Cause they can't speak my language

And I know they can't tame it

So they try to contain it

By putting me with rappers that I really shouldn't play with

Fuck all of your favorites

They like, "Oh my god, he must be faded"

I'm Jaded

I just smoked a wood to the face and blazed it

But you know I'm better than bblasian, let's face it

Oh you took a molly, well I laced it

I ain't want you on the Earth so I guess I erased it