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wock in stock - lil yachty lyrics

hey (ayy, mitch)

bought some wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (slatt)

got a stick way too big, i could k!ll a fox (grrt)
hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (that cash)
sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my glock (you see)
i can’t cop no aston martin (broke), that sh*t for the broke (no, no)
i got me a new lamborghini (skrrt), it came with remotes (yes)
my b*tch came from overseas, we f*ck and she get choked (she fine)
outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (ooh, yeah)
for the forty*fifth time, i’m good everywhere (on god)
big boy ferrari, drop the top, it’s red like february (skrrt)

ten*carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (ya dig?)
this b*tch geekin’ off a school bus, she miss frizzie (beep)
her best friend took too much boot, she too dizzy (too dizz)
i’m about to put ’em both in a figure*four
check a n*gga out (yeah), i’m that n*gga that get sh*t done (yeah)
tweetin’ on my phone in the bath like rev run (yeah, on god)
concrete boy, it’s that new test ride on big pun (my bank)
got like five different aps, who want one? (yeah, ap)
it’s a fact (yes), i’ma always (yes) get it done (i do)
these n*ggas my sons and i’m 50 cent (no love)
ridin’ ’round (yeah) in a bentley (yeah) and it got me bent (yeah)
this b*tch thirsty, she need more water, you folks are flint (water)

bought some wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock
got a stick way too big, i could k!ll a fox (grrt)
hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (that cash)
sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my glock (you see)
i can’t cop no aston martin (broke), that sh*t for the broke (no, no)
i got me a new lamborghini (skrrt), it came with remotes (yes)
my b*tch came from overseas, we f*ck and she get choked (she fine)
outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (ooh, yeah)
for the forty*fifth time, i’m good everywhere (on god)
big boy ferrari, drop the top, it’s red like february (skrrt)

i’m just tryna f*ck her from the back with no issues
we already know you goin’ broke (yes), keep your tissues
too much f*ckin’ money (ooh) i’ve been making (yes), i won’t diss you
n*ggas plottin’ on me, that’s okay ’cause i tote pistols (yeah, brrt)
n*ggas count me out, sh*t, that’s okay ’cause i count money
f*ck bein’ in yo’ top five, my mama’s countin’ hundreds (on god, lousy)

- lil yachty lyrics

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