WOCKHARDT

Lyrics

Walk with my cup and I walk with a limp (yeah uh)
 E'yeah (yeah yeah)
 Uh-uh
 Yeah (uh) gang
 Walk with my cup and I walk with a limp
 And I've been trapping since a kid
 Pour one for deuce and I pour one for trip
 They making bands from making nips
 You ain't making money, I don't want to hear it
 Foreign wheels and I'ma steer it
 I'll make it back if I'ma spend it
 And if she bad, I'm gonna get it
 Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with
 All that ice, I have 'em melted
 Most my niggas, they some felons
 And they giving me some credit
 How you doin' it independent? And they tell me that they don't get it
 She got a dope boy fetish
 The minute shit in, I'ma need a paramedic
 I need a M, make it a double
 Hella straps in this tunnel
 On the block, that's the gutter
 Where I was living with my mother
 It gets crazy in the summer
 In the trench with gun-lovers
 Hello birdie, burring feathers
 And I'm gonna earn in any weather
 Pay two thousand for a sweater
 Free my bros, why'd they let us
 Take three bands for my tailor
 I'm off still, can't still
 That bitch swelled up, she get filled up
 I'm in the trap, I ain't doing the drugs
 Call me a provider
 That lil' bitch she so sweet, want to know why she hyper
 Glizzy got a red beam, call that shit cyclops
 I'm gonna hide where I have a key, and that shit no favour
 Most that shit was for a neek and it got crushed up
 Now I'm living so neat and they pay for features
 Thousand-dollar diamonds all up on my feet, Balenciaga's
 Don't need any security guard, keep me a wassa
 And rolling with a Glock up, probably nonstop
 Walk with my cup and I walk with a limp
 And I've been trapping since a kid
 Pour one for deuce and I pour one for trip
 They making bands, from making nif
 You ain't making money, I don't want to hear it
 Foreign wheels and I'ma steer it
 I'll make it back if I'ma spend it
 And if she bad, I'm gonna get it
 Who that hot shit, yeah you felt with
 All that ice, I have 'em melted
 Most my niggas, they some felons
 And they giving me some credit
 How you doin' it independent? And they tell me that I'm better
 She got a dope boy fetish
 The minute shit in, I'ma need a paramedic
 Need a paramedic
 Got a dope boy fetish
 Yeah ay
 Got a dope boy fetish
 She got a dope boy fetish
 Got a dope boy fetish

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Duration
02:13
Key
10
Tempo
145 BPM

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