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wock - teejayx6 lyrics

[intro]
let’s go
i’m sippin’ wock wock wock at crypto arena
he doin’ fraud without a mask, put him on fool’s list

[verse]
i’m crackin’ heads, i’m chargin’ 80 every 3.5
i’m lookin’ out for feds, i need my operation to stay around
they caught me at the atm wit’ cards tryna wipe down
they picked my homie up, he hardheaded, i guess he learned now
ain’t doin’ no disputes, i drop the glass it’s come in instant
we got the lo and hopped right on his ass but brodie missed him
ain’t kissin’ hoes, the b*tch gave me some head and i dismissed her
i’m watchin’ unc cook on the pot, he scr*pe it off the gristlе
i’m rockin’ ice my sh*t be too official, yours fake
hе walk inside the spot and said he want a bowl, i brung a plate
i ain’t bringin’ no entourage out of state i got the drac
robbin’ a bank in broad day, i’m walkin’ out wit’ 50k
i’m throwin’ this sh*t all in they face, ain’t got no choice to see it
he said he want some beans, i had lil’ cuz hop on a bus to cleveland
he sent a log and sent a card, i’m finna bust his regions
i’m sippin’ wock wock wock at crypto arena
we got his dox, we finna pull up, he ain’t never seen it
i seen a opp, bro passed me the glock, i’m finna green this
i’m pourin’ up and blowin’ woods, feel like a shroom trip
i’m makin’ checks, i got the same machines they make spoons wit’
he doin’ fraud without a mask, put him on fool’s list
the benz drive itself, i’m sittin’ back checkin’ log—ins
he broke as h*ll, he look like he don’t even know where the mall is
we got the lo, we pulled up where he at soon as they called in
he don’t wanna hoop then hop right off the court and pass the ball then
my pockets full, can’t fit a rubber band ’cause it ain’t all 10s
i’m gettin’ too much cheese, i spent a band can’t even tell
i’m waitin’ on the mail truck, i’m gettin’ checks so i can sell
i’m raisin’ h*ll inside the bank, they call 12
he broke as h*ll, he probably doin’ a garage sale
i sealed the smell and put ’em on a plane, i hope they land
i’m gettin’ bands, i got this sh*t just fallin’ out my pants
he had some red, i poured it up, i’m half dead
he askin’ questions tryna learn the sauce, he half fed
he got a bin, chase send me the number to the head
i’m doin’ numbers and runnin’ this sh*t up just like a tread

- teejayx6 lyrics

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