"Ain't Wok" lyrics
All these bitches know that I geek up off smoking gas, propane
All-black fit, I bum through like the Navy
Swift gon' eat his face
Every day I see the sun come up, see dat bih go away
Oh, you love that hoe, you must be brackin', know P5 the same
Purp, but this ain't wok, huh
I re-up on hard, huh
Gotta hit the store
Said she want get bent, huh
Smacked her on the floor, huh
Addy wit a Perc, I miss my high when I feel low
But P5 don't do no Xans, shit we do ain't regular
That boy do what he can
I based up my Fanta 4 inside a soda can
Shit she do ain't regular, that ho gon' fuck my mans
I'm geeked up off schedule, that 10 kickin' in
Lil hoe, guess what I did, cut that
Uhh
Boots ain't regular, Balenci on my yaan
She stay talkin' 'bout that lil boy
It ain't none for a bag
I need to know if you fuck wit lil buddy
'Cause if you don't, we gon' get on his ahh
Hot shit, we pullin' up with a torch
I dropped a bag, my yung nigga gon' spin
Long time, shorty gon' fuck me long time
You know that's my yaan
Shorty talkin' 'bout she wan' fuck on the don
Told the bih to hold it down
My yung nigga trippin' out his mind
Out his mind
Out his mind
We got lil nigga thinkin' he tough
Fuck some, come slide
All these bitches know that I geek up off smoking gas, propane
All-black fit, I bum through like the Navy
Swift gon' eat his face
Every day I see the sun come up, see dat bih go away
Oh, you love that hoe, you must be brackin', know P5 the same
Purp, but this ain't wok, huh
I re-up on hard, huh
Gotta hit the store
Said she want get bent, huh
Smacked her on the floor, huh
Addy wit a Perc, I miss my high when I feel low
But P5 don't do no Xans, shit we do ain't regular
That boy do what he can
I based up my Fanta 4 inside a soda can
All-black fit, I bum through like the Navy
Swift gon' eat his face
Every day I see the sun come up, see dat bih go away
Oh, you love that hoe, you must be brackin', know P5 the same
Purp, but this ain't wok, huh
I re-up on hard, huh
Gotta hit the store
Said she want get bent, huh
Smacked her on the floor, huh
Addy wit a Perc, I miss my high when I feel low
But P5 don't do no Xans, shit we do ain't regular
That boy do what he can
I based up my Fanta 4 inside a soda can
Shit she do ain't regular, that ho gon' fuck my mans
I'm geeked up off schedule, that 10 kickin' in
Lil hoe, guess what I did, cut that
Uhh
Boots ain't regular, Balenci on my yaan
She stay talkin' 'bout that lil boy
It ain't none for a bag
I need to know if you fuck wit lil buddy
'Cause if you don't, we gon' get on his ahh
Hot shit, we pullin' up with a torch
I dropped a bag, my yung nigga gon' spin
Long time, shorty gon' fuck me long time
You know that's my yaan
Shorty talkin' 'bout she wan' fuck on the don
Told the bih to hold it down
My yung nigga trippin' out his mind
Out his mind
Out his mind
We got lil nigga thinkin' he tough
Fuck some, come slide
All these bitches know that I geek up off smoking gas, propane
All-black fit, I bum through like the Navy
Swift gon' eat his face
Every day I see the sun come up, see dat bih go away
Oh, you love that hoe, you must be brackin', know P5 the same
Purp, but this ain't wok, huh
I re-up on hard, huh
Gotta hit the store
Said she want get bent, huh
Smacked her on the floor, huh
Addy wit a Perc, I miss my high when I feel low
But P5 don't do no Xans, shit we do ain't regular
That boy do what he can
I based up my Fanta 4 inside a soda can
