John Ramon - Wock Wit Me

If I did the dash call a nigga Minute Maid
If a nigga crash burry me with all my chains
Sent my plug sum cash all the way from Wolly Lane
Pictures with the flash I gotta wear my Louis frames
Wock wit me wock wit me
Pour it in that purple drank
Talk to me talk to me
We gotta plan the fucking plays
I gotta being a mop with me
Chains drip through the fucking place
Fucking with these thots
Everyday another fucking face
Been cooking in my corner everyday in the kitchen aye
The trap house don't got no water
And it look like a prison aye
I'm getting to that guala can tell you game but you don't listen aye
I'm looking for a model grab a bitch up from the runway aye
Looking for the xans you can login' to my tele aye
This bitch don't got a mans her name is Cali so I fornicate
The fresh pack finally land that shit icing on the fucking cake
The hero of the trap just like Batman but I don't wear no cape
Free drank for the world when you live Wollyworld aye
That nigga love his girl that's why I just fucked his girl aye
I can give you the world but it can't be Wollyworld aye
Like fuck the fucking world if I cannot have the motherfucking
Wock it me wock it me
Pour it in that purple drank
Talk to me talk to me
We gotta plan the fucking plays
I gotta being a mop with me
Chains drip through the fucking place
Fucking with these thots
Everyday another fucking face

Written by:
Jonathan Gonzales

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