[Intro]
Whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa (YTG)
Yeah, huh, Jay Montana, man, huh
Jay Montana, huh, huh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Pour me some Wock' in my soda, uh (Soda)
Trap phone is jumpin', that shit Motorola
These niggas annoyin', these bitches keep lyin', I pop me a Perky, I hate bein' sober
My niggas spin in a Rover, huh (Rover)
Demon, he lurkin', he in a Toyota
Shooters, they catchin' a body, ain't leaving a witness, and no, I ain't talkin' Jehovah
Pour me some Promethazine in the soda, mix all of that shit in a double cup
That shorty see me with gang, how we flex in the party, now she wanna fuck with us
And your girl on my dick and she brought all her friends to the telly so they can just suck on us
And that boy was just talkin' down all up on gang so I'm makin' him bleed like a Wocky slush
[Verse 1]
Whoa, uh, whoa, uh, I'ma be out in a second (Out in a second)
That's what I told your girlfriend when she told me that she wanna swallow my dressing (Swallow my dressing)
And this shit ain't a game, but I told him I'm beating his ass like this shit was in Tekken (Shit was in Tekken)
And that shorty was dubbin' me, she was a ten, now I'm lookin' at her, she's a seven, yeah, she's a seven
I'm finna hop in a coupe, that bitch got no windows, that shit is a drop top
That nigga said he want smoke, but I'm with my niggas, make that shit a hot box
Pussy boy talkin' too much, but we know you a bitch, you be wearin' a crop top
My niggas we got the drop, I ain't talkin' 'bout jokes when we pull up and knock-knock
[Verse 2]
Damn, uh, shooters gon' shoot if I say (If I say)
That nigga be guffin' and suckin' just to get approval, my nigga, you gay (Nigga, you gay)
And I just got a Nina, it came with a stick, keep on talkin', I'm gon' let it spray (Let it spray)
And he told me to pull up, I came with a Glock, and I'm aimin' that shit at his face, spray it like mace
Pull off in a foreign, bitch, I skrrt off in a Maserati
My niggas pull up and get to flashin' like it's paparazzi
Shooters, and they pull up, and they pop you like a fuckin' molly
Bitch, I feel like Tecca, got your shorty off a fuckin' dolly
Pull up, she wet, uh
Don't want the box, I want neck, uh
That shorty know I'm up next, uh
So she wanna give me the sex
And I'ma keep winnin', I'm talkin', uh
Got that bitch in the telly, she toppin' us
And they like all the drip, so they copy us
Yeah, my niggas up next, so what's stoppin' us?
Squeeze on her itty butt, that bitch gon' give me luck
[Chorus]
Pour me some Wock' in my soda, uh (Soda)
Trap phone is jumpin', that shit Motorola
These niggas annoyin', these bitches keep lyin', I pop me a Perky, I hate bein' sober
My niggas spin in a Rover, huh (Rover)
Demon, he lurkin', he in a Toyota
Shooters, they catchin' a body, ain't leaving a witness, and no, I ain't talkin' Jehovah
Pour me some Promethazine in the soda, mix all of that shit in a double cup
That shorty see me with gang, how we flex in the party, now she wanna fuck with us
And your girl on my dick and she brought all her friends to the telly so they can just suck on us
And that boy was just talkin' down all up on gang so I'm makin' him bleed like a Wocky slush
[Outro]
Hmm, hmm, yeah, uh
Pour me some Wock' in my soda, mm
Yeah, mm, yeah, mm, whoa, uh, Jay Montana, man, uh
Pour me some Wock' in my soda, yeah, haha, whoa
Jay Montana, man
