Wokky! lyrics

[Intro]
Trayvon, just go to the office
What did I do?
Just go the the office
What did I do?
Go, just go
What did I—?

[Chorus: Vone Santana]
Yuh, I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with a whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
[Verse 1: Vlone Santana & Blue Hunnids]
Pull up in new space-coupe
I popped a bean, yeah, I'm goin' retarded
We don't smoke no mint, we don't do that
Yeah, we only do exotic
Black Mary Jane's, I see it once, yeah, you know I'm 'a cop it
Why this beat too stuck? Can't feel these racks
Put that sh*t in my pocket
Get my coat from Sarah's you can't relate
You get your sh*t from Target
I been so iced-out, diamonds be wet, yeah, be just like a faucet
I can't do no job, I am a boss, yeah, I got my own office
I feel like I'm Ash, chasin' these bands
Yeah, you know I gotta catch 'em
He was talkin' sh*t, so we pulled up, and out the Smith & Wesson
I got too many problems, but they be solved
No, I can't do no stressin'
Gettin' all this cheese, yeah, I be blessed
Yeah, I be catchin' them blessin's
I be so unfazed, I do not care, so, who is you testin'?
We pull up on that boy, locate his ass
I'm 'bout to teach him a lesson (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)

[Verse 2: Blue Hunnids]
Yeah, yeah (Shee'), uh, b*tch, tryna f*ck your ho (What?)
I got a blicky, it came with a stove (Yeah)
Yeah, but she keep hittin' on my phone
Yeah, but she bad, bad to the bone (Whoa, whoa)
I said, "Okay, okay" (Wow) We wanna fade away (Whoa, whoa)
Tote the chopper, gon' spray-bay-bay (Whoa, whoa)
And the chopper gon' spray today
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, made her pay today (Yah)
She wanna talk, then I fade away (Yah)
I'm in the coupe, girl, I've made away (Yah)
Don't give a f*ck what you say today (Yeah)
Chopper gon' da-da-da-dat (Yeah)
That li'l' motherf*cker gettin' rashed
She like, "That, that n*gga bad" (Ah)
She like, "That man be bad"
Take when I'm walkin', n*gga, get back (Get back)
I'm gon' ratta-tat-tat-tat (Come on, come on, yeah)
I'm gon' ratta-tat-tat-tat
[Chorus: Vlone Santana]
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted
I'm on the X all day, pourin' up fours
Then I be sippin' that wokky
I get the money all day, countin' up racks
Now that bi'h wanna top me
Pull up with a whole lotta sticks, I got 'em on me
Man, I feel like I'm light-skin
I been workin' all day, don't get no sleep
Man, I think I'm exhausted

[Outro]
I'm on the X all day
I'm on— I'm on the X all day