Wock N Red lyrics

[Intro]
(We got London On Da Track)
We got
Free them boys
Yeah, b*tch, we the—

[Chorus]
Wild n*gga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul n*gga, I'll hop with this b*tch and get the yeah, yeah, yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' sh*t
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat b*tches, not I
And every n*gga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Nеff and Twin

[Verse 1]
Blues, blocks, I'm just
Pape' on who? Not us
Chill b*tch, won't fall out of love, I need a rеal b*tch
I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal sh*t
I'm here for him, youngin been gone, b*tch know we still scorin'
Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that Lil Quez
Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us
What you on, youngin? What you on?
[Chorus]
Wild n*gga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul n*gga, I'll hop with this b*tch and get the yeah, yeah, yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' sh*t
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat b*tches, not I
And every n*gga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

[Verse 2]
What, you think special, b*tch? Thump her if I catch the b*tch
Fifty K, I'm blessed as sh*t, bare face on my extra sh*t
Not even on no messy sh*t, my new b*tch and my ex the sh*t
Dugg, he back to stretchin' sh*t, f*ck her good, no text at all
b*tch might not get sexed at all, f*ck on, ho
I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my f*ck on, ho
I got my buffs on and my sticks, got my pint, b*tch, I'm rich
Risk my life just for this sh*t, free them boys (We the—)

[Chorus]
Wild n*gga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul n*gga, I'll hop with this b*tch and get the yeah, yeah, yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez known for huntin' sh*t
Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog
Heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat b*tches, not I
And every n*gga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin
[Outro]
Free them boys