Wock lyrics

[Chorus]
sh*t get real when your caught up in the field, I’m just tryna run it up to a muh f*cking mill. Won’t cop the brick if I can’t pop the seal and I’m sliding off the love ion even need a pill [2x]

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never lied on a muh f*cking track
Everything I spit, man he know it’s straight facts. Man they say they your dog, but they really a rat. Better watch who you dap, you get stabbed in the back. Ion chase a b*tch, all I chase is the guap. Swerving the fast lane, straight to the top. f*ck the police, want me locked in the box. And these n*ggas always hating, they just wanna see me drop. And that’s why a young n*gga rock with the Glock. I ain’t f*cking with a opps, so I gotta keep a stick. But I gotta be smooth because the feds on my di*k. n*ggas don’t make moves, all they move is they lips

[Chorus]
sh*t get real when your caught up in the field, I’m just tryna run it up to a muh f*cking mill. Won’t cop the brick if I can’t pop the seal and I’m sliding off the love ion even need a pill [2x]

[Verse 2:]
Ay Put a three in the spray got me lazy
Ay big Glock on me wit no saftey
Tell me why these f*ck n*ggas hate me
‘Cus I'm gettin money and the b*tch wanna pay me ay
We got chops like the navy
Sendin shots like McGrady
We don't keep score we just keep on scoring
Pull up on a n*gga in an off white foreign
23 on my hip b*tch I feel like Jordan
Every time shoot b*tch you know its from the neck up
Remember I was broke but I had to run the check up ay
Yeah I had to run the check up
Now these n*ggas hating cuz I'm next up
Ay run up on me n*gga you get stretched up