2 Tone Wok Flow

Yeah yea Yeah yeah Know what I'm talking bout Pretty boy savage Fuck it off sauce Fuck it off sauce I'm twisting up some weed that make you cough yo lungs In a foreign coupe, rolling up them thumbs Ya sister gave me head, I used to school yo son Ya mama broke the bank so she can pay my bond Ya daddy rack the leaves, ya uncle mow my lawn Ya auntie work the tables at the store I run Was busting shots at ya, you ain't have no gun Tried to keep up with me, but you ain't have no funds (Get ya money up) Heard they talking down on me like K ain't got stacks I was shopping in Cali, you at TJ Max's I was stacking up my bread, you got high with them packs You was fucking off yo money, you ain't want you no racks I seen ya girl on i g, you went and posted a pic We was in ya driveway and she was sucking my dick I know you mad lil nigga you ain't gone do shit You can have ya boo thang I don't want that bitch I drop ashes on ya head and blow smoke in ya face You can wipe my shoe strings you can tie up my lace Ima kick ya on ya nose I'll spit in ya face I let you get a head start still winning the race Don't ask to hit this blunt right here This blunt right here to the face Don't try to come and shake my hand like you know me nigga Quit asking me for smoke, don't you owe me nigga? I was catching all them plays riding on that slab Send ya bitch number, she'll pay yo tab She can roll my weed for me then run my bath Then call her best friend and split my dick in half If you tryna count my pockets better know yo math! Yeah nigga count me up nigga It's all there Know what I'm talking bout All of it Fuck it off sauce mane Know what I'm talking bout Off the head mane Wop flow 2 Tall