Wocky Sinner lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck go into you?)
(BassKids, answer your motherf*ckin' phone, n*gga)

[Verse: Veeze]
Sucker n*gga, I don't know him, I ain't f*ckin' with him
I look at that sh*t, I brushed it off my shoulder, like I'm Jigga
I'm gettin' high and flexin', b*tch know I'm a gang member
You bringin' up my name but we get paid different
Just got a bag of black rubber bands, I'm tryna fill 'em
Man, f*ck the pop, I'm sippin' this sh*t raw, I'm tryna feel it
That lightweight ass chain, man, I'll take that b*tch and bend it
That three-thousand ain't sh*t, that's just shoppin' for my b*tches
Fly her to an island, f*ck her in a villa
I showed that b*tch was pimpin' was, turnt her to the realest
Got A's on, the Bathing Ape, b*tch, I’m a fresh gorilla
My young bull with that Drac'-Drac' in the bushes where you livin'
This sh*t ain't no play place, better go find some children
My Air Force 1's eight some but I'm really chillin'
I ain't buyin' that bullsh*t but n*ggas keep tryna sell it
Hit the road, no school trip traffickin' paraphernalia
I like when you wear that fly sh*t, bae, that’s so appealin'
Man, I done stacked some wild sh*t, it’s bout to break the ceilin'
She wanna wake up, see my face, she just gon' keep wishin'
Nah, I don't sip wine, bae, but it's purple in my kizzup
Talked to bro from prison, he wish it was different
He never gettin' out but he just happy that I'm livin'
I be dreamin' while I be havin’ the strap up under my pillow
My b*tch caught me with that hoe, I told her, "That’s my God sister"
Dope all brown, SZA, I hit but I'm not kissin'
I’ma 5 cent her, I'ma bump and grind with her
Went and made enough to make a wraith off Enterprise rentals
When the bricks come they beige, look like Fear of God, Essentials
I'm cuttin' off all my hoes, man, I need some large scissors
I hate clean ass Sprites, man, I wanna put some lines in 'em
I'm ballin' hard, I'm gettin' fat, I feel like Zion Williams
I left the store with so much sh*t, they think I'm shoplifitin'
I'm like a island, by the wave I'm surrounded
Won't see me vouching 'cause I know them n*ggas lyin'
They throwin' shade but it still won't stop my brightness
The streets ain't for you, better go work at Chrysler
n*gga don't wanna cop, you just wanna ask about the prices
Boy, we on your ass, better have some tactics for survival
Showed 'em a hard ass circle, thought it was a cabinet full of China
If this rap sh*t don't work I'm right back to trappin', Fetty Wappin'
I wanna pour some red, this b*tch want a red lobster
I ain't even feelin' sick, I just need a head doctor
That switch'll make that b*tch spit like it's eating sunflowers
I know you can't send no blitz, n*gga, you ain't got the manpower
Sicko, Ian Connor, don't talk about it, I've been ballin'
b*tch tell me I can nut in her and she gon' p*ss it out
Killin' rap n*ggas, man, I need a teardrop