"Wock N Red" lyrics

We got London On Da Track
Yes
Free Dem Boyz
Yeah, bitch, we Dem

Wild nigga
Touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga
I hop with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez know for hunting shit
Nah, what's that drug you turn one into two
We call it dugg
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop
I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin rat bitches, not I
And any nigga ever disrespect me
Got shot, ten, spin friends, yeah
Wock, Wock, Wock, Red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin
Blues, blocks, I'm just
Pape on who, not us

Chill bitch, one fall out of love, I need a real bitch
I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal shit
I'm here for them, youngin' been gone, bitch know we still scorin'
Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that lil' Quez
Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us
What you on, youngin'? What you on?

Wild nigga
Touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga
I hop with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez know for hunting shit
Nah, what's that drug you turn one into two
We call it dugg
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop
I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin rat bitches, not I
And any nigga ever disrespect me
Got shot, ten, spin friends, yeah
Wock, Wock, Wock, Red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

What, you think you special, bitch?
Thump her if I catch the bitch
Fifty K, I'm blessed as shit
Bare face on my extra shit
Not even on no messy shit
My new bitch on my extra shit
Doggy back to stretchin' shit
Fuck her good, no text at all
Bitch might not get sexed at all
Fuck on hoe
I'm not with kissing
I'm not with hugging
I get my fuck on hoe
I got my buffs on and my sticks
I got my pint, bitch, know I'm rich
Risk my life just for this shit
Free Dem Boyz
We Dem

Wild nigga
Touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga
I hop with this bitch and get the yeah-yeah-yeah
Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead
Me, Apple, Ric and Martez know for hunting shit
Nah, what's that drug you turn one into two
We call it dugg
Heard that young niggas still like to hoop
I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin rat bitches, not I
And any nigga ever disrespect me
Got shot, ten, spin friends, yeah
Wock, Wock, Wock, Red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

Free Dem Boyz