Wok-Wokfein, boy I pop up out that cut
N**a, you might wanna run, you seen me pop that trunk
Da-Damn, damn, damn, 7.62 f**k him up
Ni-Nigga we ain't running ones, p**y, you getting jumped
It-It's a blade up in my pocket, please don't play no games
7.62 ripping through his face, it's f**g up his brain
Good dope, yeah I like to smoke but Wokfein still my name
Stupid hoe, she can't f**k with me so she f**k with them lames
What you on hoe? I'm tryna put d**k all in ya butt
I smoking runtz, what the f**k? p**y smoking Riccy Runtz
I talk shit but I'm untouched, cut her off, she talk too much