Wake Tf Up
(专辑: Bin Reaper 3: Old Testament - 2022)
(Ayo, Mark A) Pull up to yo crib masked up, better get— okay Fuck you watching? Pull up to your crib masked up, it'll get spooky Still'll go and eat some ramen noodles, I
ain't get bougie Nice guy but playing with my pape' and I'ma get moody High as hell dripping, kicks Louis, finna twist dookies Oh, you watching, huh? Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting, huh? You the
type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh? You gon' get dropped This is not a
Tris pop, bitch, I
only sip Wock' Got a
bag on me, no trick or treat Hunnid thousand on the
road when the
whip hit the
street Dawg got a
hit pint of red, think he sipping pink Think that you up? That's a
dream, boy, you still asleep Wake yo ass up Ride Cullinan like fuck a
Lamb' truck Quagy-agy got me stuck, I
can't stand up I'll run it up sitting down Always feel like somebody's watching, it's a
blick around Chilling wide awake for the
pape' Can't fall asleep, I
ain't even blinking Ride around, play after play Real flight catcher, next week you might see me in Phoenix Watch Presidential Gate around the
crib, it is not residential I
don't need the
tech but the
Crocs are essential V10 roaring, I
am not in a
rental Take that cap off, I
don't talk to purpers One thing you can't do is make a
boss a
worker I
don't do the
Cookie, last time was off the
burners Think he tough on the
net, knock him off the
server Think he tough, at the
most he a
cyberbully I
just spent twelve K
on designer hoodies Only brought ten bags? Shit, you fired, rookie (Shit, you gotta get a
new job) Up now, fuck next, shit, who not? Big hammer, I
ain't get it out a
toolbox Shit, damn, hole in his top like a
juice box Brodie seen a
opp and got to blowing like his food hot Shit, he live the
thug life like he 2Pac Wanna know unc'? He like Ruckus off of Boondocks Got the
juice but I
ain't falling off the
rooftop Used to have a
pocket full of lint, now it's blue guap (Yeah, yeah) Oh, you watching, huh? Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting, huh? You the
type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh? You gon' get dropped This is not a
Tris pop, bitch, I
only sip Wock' Got a
bag on me, no trick or treat Hunnid thousand on the
road when the
whip hit the
street Dawg got a
hit pint of red, think he sipping pink Think that you up? That's a
dream, boy, you still asleep Wake yo ass up