"Wockesha" lyrics
Big Mirr & Quin NFN Lyrics
We gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)
Yeah, I take a hoe from the 4
She got dough
I put her straight on a flight
I made her give up throat, then she got ghosted
She thought she was stayin' the night
This water on me need a boat, strapped with that heat, but still ain't no meltin' this ice
And I walk around in robes while she wash clothes, I don't got to tell her twice (yeah)
And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah, aye, aye)
I'm tryna eat with these P's for dinner
All black beamer, the seats vanilla
Whole lotta shots, we creepin', send 'em
That boy a hoe, don't believe his gender
Whole lotta foreigns with freaks up in 'em
I got the keys like Alicia wit' 'em
That hoe knew the routine, we switch 'em
Sticked up, no limousine, extend 'em
Big bag, I got them racks and they know
Strapped down, we got some shit off Halo
Sack chase, I'm tryna stash a bankroll
How shit go, I just talk, volcano
Whole lotta blues and greens, Luigi
Bro in the pot like he knew a genie
Play if you want, make the news, the TV
I walk through and they lose bikinis
And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)
Yeah, aye, we got all typa drank up in the freezer
Beat you I'm poppin' knockin' like a speaker
They fanned out and watchin' from the bleachers
She give that knockiana I'ma leave her, lil bro servin' 10, August Alsina
Was broke on my tee and now she wear cheetah (yeah)
We strapped with a macaroni, velveeta (It's Mirr)
I get that cheese like velveeta (cash)
I'm real inebriated off the Wockesha
Mirr never depend on a bitch, I don't need her (nah)
Dive in a vibe and I'm real quick to leave her
I got that lean K, a real sleeper (yeah)
No TLC, bitch I stay with the creepers
Bet this baby rocket give him jeeters
No Miami, Tizzy keep 'em a heater (boom)
Big Mirr NFN a real scary site
You know I stay with the strap like a lesbian dyke
Burnin' oreo runts, bitch I'm high as a kite (gas)
A nigga push up and he gon' lose his life
Bad bitches givin' the kid knockiana (bad)
I'm tryna make your bitch my Thotiana (yeah)
Big Mirr a king, they call me Don Dada
Mirr and Quin steppin' we'll knock your pinata
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)
Yeah, I take a hoe from the 4
She got dough
I put her straight on a flight
I made her give up throat, then she got ghosted
She thought she was stayin' the night
This water on me need a boat, strapped with that heat, but still ain't no meltin' this ice
And I walk around in robes while she wash clothes, I don't got to tell her twice (yeah)
And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah, aye, aye)
I'm tryna eat with these P's for dinner
All black beamer, the seats vanilla
Whole lotta shots, we creepin', send 'em
That boy a hoe, don't believe his gender
Whole lotta foreigns with freaks up in 'em
I got the keys like Alicia wit' 'em
That hoe knew the routine, we switch 'em
Sticked up, no limousine, extend 'em
Big bag, I got them racks and they know
Strapped down, we got some shit off Halo
Sack chase, I'm tryna stash a bankroll
How shit go, I just talk, volcano
Whole lotta blues and greens, Luigi
Bro in the pot like he knew a genie
Play if you want, make the news, the TV
I walk through and they lose bikinis
And we gone off these drugs, it got us leaning over (yeah)
Baby K on me, Lil Quincho keep a stroller (yeah)
Off the meter sip Wockesha, I'm gon' need a soda (yeah, aye)
Catch me at your BM house and I'm sleeping over (yeah)
Yeah, aye, we got all typa drank up in the freezer
Beat you I'm poppin' knockin' like a speaker
They fanned out and watchin' from the bleachers
She give that knockiana I'ma leave her, lil bro servin' 10, August Alsina
Was broke on my tee and now she wear cheetah (yeah)
We strapped with a macaroni, velveeta (It's Mirr)
I get that cheese like velveeta (cash)
I'm real inebriated off the Wockesha
Mirr never depend on a bitch, I don't need her (nah)
Dive in a vibe and I'm real quick to leave her
I got that lean K, a real sleeper (yeah)
No TLC, bitch I stay with the creepers
Bet this baby rocket give him jeeters
No Miami, Tizzy keep 'em a heater (boom)
Big Mirr NFN a real scary site
You know I stay with the strap like a lesbian dyke
Burnin' oreo runts, bitch I'm high as a kite (gas)
A nigga push up and he gon' lose his life
Bad bitches givin' the kid knockiana (bad)
I'm tryna make your bitch my Thotiana (yeah)
Big Mirr a king, they call me Don Dada
Mirr and Quin steppin' we'll knock your pinata
