Wockstar lyrics

[Intro]
(Xmoke on the beat)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I've been sippin' hard, can't let it get the best of me
Yesterday I got so high that I was scared to go to sleep
I think she a good b*tch but right now, I can't keep her
Somebody point me to the red 'cause I need it
You ain't in the game, you don't know the real meanin'
If that piece hit, I buy 'em all, b*tch, I need it
You ain't even close enough to say that you competin'
Asparagus with my steak, you can't buy yourself a pizza

[Verse 1]
Zip my hoodie to the top and zip it down for a [?]
I could've bought some shoes, f*cked around and bought a six
It's f*cked up she know her n*gga lame and he a b*tch
I got my hood behind me, they'll tell you I'm legit
I'm cool, f*cked around and got used to gettin' approved
I ain't think about no b*tch, I got some jacks I gotta move
My Arab just upped a forty-piece, all blues
When you really got some sauce, it ain't no way that you can lose
Ain't nobody love you, so be in this sh*t for you
When I'm done with a b*tch, I'ma treat her like she new
This b*tch want some Gucci, I might buy it 'cause she cute
My dog serve n*ggas, he keep cookie and some juice
You ain't used to money, I can tell how you move
Took myself to Neiman's, I was in a bad mood
In and out of states, road sh*t ain't nothin' new
Fifteen hundred for a verse, I went up like the juice
[Chorus]
I've been sippin' hard, can't let it get the best of me
Yesterday I got so high that I was scared to go to sleep
I think she a good b*tch but right now, I can't keep her
Somebody point me to the red 'cause I need it
You ain't in the game, you don't know the real meanin'
If that piece hit, I buy 'em all, b*tch, I need it
You ain't even close enough to say that you competin'
Asparagus with my steak, you can't buy yourself a pizza

[Verse 2]
Smokin' burner cookie, I just faced a whole zip
We had to switch routes once some giffies got clipped
These n*ggas lame as hell, want more attention than a b*tch
Big-body Benz, ghetto n*gga drivin' it
That di*k suckin' sh*t for the clout, I ain't with it
I was drinkin' juice, thankin' God at Christmas
Push the wrong button, I'ma have you hit quick
If you want some big money, gotta take some big risks
She look like a doll and she treat me like a prince
Universe, baby, I can make a song a hit
I think I want a Dweller, I'ma bust the whole b*tch
Left hand on the 'Wood, right hand on a brick
n*ggas know if I got it, I'll shoot it 'til it click
Sippin' on this four, was tryna take a n*gga with it
High school, I had a bag on the block when I was suspended
When I get a Lamb', I'ma bring her to the trenches
[Chorus]
I've been sippin' hard, can't let it get the best of me
Yesterday I got so high that I was scared to go to sleep
I think she a good b*tch but right now, I can't keep her
Somebody point me to the red 'cause I need it
You ain't in the game, you don't know the real meanin'
If that piece hit, I buy 'em all, b*tch, I need it
You ain't even close enough to say that you competin'
Asparagus with my steak, you can't buy yourself a pizza