Wockeisha lyrics

[Intro]
Shabazz, n*gga
Lil' b*tch

[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, b*tch, I got racks
These n*ggas is b*tches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you n*ggas, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish b*tch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her b*tch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young n*gga gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a f*ckin' pizza
b*tch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up

[Verse]
When it come to the head, she gon' eat it up
b*tch, I count nothing but deads
And that new Glock got a leg
The FN got one in the head
All that sneak dissing gon' get your man hit
Work your b*tch, I need them bands
Smash the coupe, I did the dash
Spin your block with paper tags
These n*ggas going out sad
Christian Dior, pop the tag (Cost a bag)
b*tch, we been gettin' them bags (b*tch)
We ain't never had to wear no uniform
Thot b*tch think she special like a unicorn (Lil' b*tch)
I just want the neck like an ID
n*ggas ain't saving opps, no IV
You can be the next n*gga, come try me
[Chorus]
I took my foot out the trap
Run it up, b*tch, I got racks
These n*ggas is b*tches, they wack
Runnin' laps 'round you n*ggas, no track
I sip purple codeine, call it Wockeisha
Grab it, pour up in a liter
Got a Spanish b*tch, call her mamacita
I might hit from the back and I leave her
We been trappin' and juggin' since beepers
Now the coupes white and black like a zebra
Keep her b*tch, she came from Argentina
In that Hellcat, forgot 'bout the Bimmer
My young n*gga gon' creep like the Reaper
Bro got white, call it Lindsay or Lisa
We got more cheese than a f*ckin' pizza
b*tch, keep calling my phone, she gon' geek it up