Wake Tf Up

Ayo, Mark A Pull up to yo' crib masked up it'll get-, okay Who the fuck you watching? Pull up to your crib masked up, it'll get spooky Still'll go and eat some ramen noodles, I ain't get bougie Nice guy, but playing with my pape and I'ma get moody High as hell dripping kicks Louis finna twist dookies Oh, you watching, huh? Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting, huh? You the type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh? You gon' get dropped This is not a Tris pop, bitch, I only sip Wock Got a bag on me no trick or treat Hunnid thousand on the road when the whip hit the street Dawg got a hit pint of red, think he sipping pink Think that you up, that's a dream boy you still asleep Wake yo' ass up Ride Cullinan like fuck a Lamb truck Quagy-agy got me stuck, I can't stand up I'll run it up sitting down Always feel like somebody's watching it's a blick around Chilling wide awake for the pape Can't fall asleep, I ain't even blinking Ride around play after play Real flight catcher next week you might see me in Phoenix Watch Presidential Gate around the crib, it is not residential I don't need the tech, but the Crocs are essential V10 roaring, I am not in a rental Take that cap off, I don't talk to purpers One thing you can't do is make a boss a worker I don't do the Cookie, last time was off the burners Think he tough on the net, knock him off the server Think he tough, at the most he a cyberbully I just spent 12K on designer hoodies Only brought ten bags? Shit, you fired, rookie Shit, you gotta get a new job Up now, fuck next, shit, who not? Big hammer, I ain't get it out a toolbox Shit damn, hole in his top like a juice box Brodie seen a opp and got to blowing like his food hot Shit, he live the thug life like he 2Pac Wanna know unce? He like Ruckus off of Boondocks Got the juice, but I ain't falling off the rooftop Used to have a pocket full of lint, now it's blue guap, yeah, yeah Oh, you watching, huh? Mister Think You Tough oh, you plotting, huh? You the type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh? You gon' get dropped This is not a Tris pop, bitch, I only sip Wock' Got a bag on me no trick or treat Hunnid thousand on the road when the whip hit the street Dawg got a hit pint of red, think he sipping pink Think that you up, that's a dream, boy, you still asleep Wake yo' ass up