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Wonky V2
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(Swiz need to pipe down)
(Ah) Patek goin' crazy
I just got a bag from my bag, it had a baby (Ah)
I just made some cash, I got a band then times'd it eighty
No, we not a band but play the drums like it's the eighties
Yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe (Yeah)
Can't stop for 12, we can't stop for jakes, yeah
Why you buggin' out askin' how much I make? (Yeah, what?)
You know nothin' 'bout the game or what the hell it takes (Shh), yeah
Twizzy brought the blicky, he brought the lighter, he's bouta' spliff
Baby once you leave the coupe, with me, you don't exist
Got this soda, damn, I'm bouta pop
Yeah, just like a cyst, yeah (Eughh)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Newport, know Twizz keep a SIG
This OnlyFans bitch had made a porno while I hit
Why the hell did I just take the X again? I might be dead
I think I make the hardest songs when I'm dyin', I'm on the edge
Take these drugs to be numb, yeah, my brain feelin' dead, ooh
Her pussy pink, my diamonds red, I guess we kinda match the coupe
They thought that G.O.A.T. stood for went it stink
Because they music turnin' poop
Nah, matter of fact, I'm finna shit on every beat
Just dropped a dookie
Yeah, pulled up on his bitch
She sucked me up and she actin' flukey, yeah
This not Willy Wonka but this Wocky' got me wonky
Had to pull up on lil' shawty in the Cullinan, the Tonky'
I can't hear what you sayin', no reception, walkie-talkie
When she give me that lil' dirty face, I know it's sloppy toppy
And I brought the Cayenne out just so they keep the heat off me
They be cryin' out "Help me," why these bitches flockin'?
I'm too rich so I'll admit it, I been snorting a couple perkies
No bullshit, I think I'm getting addicted
30's start to feel like 10's
I remember back in the day I had no money but I had friends
Nowadays I cut 'em off, my only friend I got is Benjamin
Button, bitch, don't push my button
This coupe that cost me more
Than five hundred racks, it got some buttons
They say I'm on the edge but to me, it feel like nothin'
I done seen a lot of broke boys let
That stimmy get to they muffin, yeah
One slice of cheese but double my bread, yeah, McMuffin
Don't lie about the racks and doin' drugs, boy, don't be bluffin'
This shit could get so serious in a second, the world is nothin'
I feel like I'm ISIS with the beats
And with the coupes, I cut the head off
It don't matter what you believe
Or what you see, but what you read off
This lil' pussy boy wanna buy, he call the police, he Chicken Little
(Ah) Patek goin' crazy
I just got a bag from my bag, it had a baby (Ah)
I just made some cash, I got a band then times'd it eighty
No, we not a band but play the drums like it's the eighties
Yeah, twizz on the run, we gotta be safe (Yeah)
Can't stop for 12, we can't stop for jakes, yeah
Why you buggin' out askin' how much I make? (Yeah, what?)
You know nothin' 'bout the game or what the hell it takes (Shh), yeah
Twizzy brought the blick, hebrought the lighter, he brought the spliff
Baby once you leave the coupe with me, you don't exist
Got this soda, damn, I'm bouta pop
Yeah, just like a cyst, yeah (Eughh)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Newport, know Twizz keep a SIG
This OnlyFans bitch had made a porno while I hit
Why the hell did I just take the X again? I might be dead
I think I make the hardest songs when I'm dyin', I'm on the edge
Take these drug's to be numb, yeah, my brain feelin' dead, ooh
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