The Fuccbois - WAKE UP

That bitch got that cake, call that OnlyFlans
Recording Clown Shoes, fucking Minivan
We're The Fuccbois, hoe, we made ZAMN
You a jealous mark, you just a canned ham
Wake up in the morning and I'm feeling hella fresh
Get my strap, then put on a bullet proof vest
Just shot your mans and I'm feeling like a champ
Catch me in the club, and I'm lit, like a lamp
Your bitch is just a fucking scamp
Try to touch my mans, and you gon' get these hands
Keyboard like QWERTY, your bitch get to working
Making me bands, that shit's contraband
Wash that shit like my hands, bam bam bam

Ok, ok, top down, top billing
Pull up to your local thread and start shilling
I ain't in this bitch to make a couple fucking shillings
I'ma go hard yeah, I'ma make a fucking killing
Double cup, triple shots, ooo lord willing
In the whip, speeding, whoops, there goes the ceiling
Black diamonds with the black card, yeah, bill it
I'ma make a fucking milli' off my fucking ink and quill, bitch
Dark side of the internet, where we grew up
Hit you with the sticks, like a Deku Scrub
Pink lights on the whip, like a Jigglypuff
Screaming "ACAB, fuck cops" out the fucking truck
Throwing bands in the sky, throw them hands up high
Money stuffed in the ceiling, reaching up, it's a vibe
Money in the suitcase, opened up wide
How many millions better than 24? 25

Anxiety all over my body, I can't control my breath
Look me in the eyes, and tell me what you see instead
A scared little boy into a confident man
We have no choice but to fucking Stan
'Cuz you know you're stronger, what you fear you gotta wake up
Battle all your demons, yeah, you gotta wake up
Nobody's gonna hurt you, yeah, you gotta wake up
It's time to make your changes, yeah, you gotta get up
Get on after it, you gotta get it yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you, do it yourself
But the work pays off when it goes to yourself
Nobody can give you shit, 'cuz you earned it yourself
So put them middle fingers up, say "I give no fucks"
Tell 'em that "I made it, well, you're out of luck"
I'm sorry, but I'm really not, I'm petty as fuck
Do it like I want to, 'cuz I'm fun as fuck
Put them middle fingers up, say "I give no fucks"
Tell 'em that "I made it, well, you're out of luck"
I'm sorry, but I'm really not I'm petty as fuck
Do it like I want to, 'cuz I'm fun as fuck
Oh to be an artist on Lockdown
You can match with me energies from the Earth ground
I don't go to bed 'til 5:00 A.M. in the morning
Who needs sleep when your mind's on a journey
Not talking 'bout shrooms or talking 'bout acid
Always feeling moody, and boujee and so ratchet
Not talking 'bout me, I'm talking 'bout your girl
Chocolate pudding my favorite, let me put my swirl

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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