Wok & Minute Maid

Simo Fre just killed this

Ohh

Yeah I'm in the trap tryna run up cake

I'm pushing so much weight

I'm so damn high can't feel my face

I just poured up an eight

I'm so damn fly I'm outer space

Givenchy with the Bape

That Maybach truck got stars inside

I'm riding round with my drac

I'm blowing up, my diamonds froze

That's why them niggas hate

I spin em round, I buss her down

Let's go on dinner dates

I'm sending hits, I run the town

I'm getting plenty cake

I hit the stage I'm rocking out

Pour Wok & Minute Maid

Uh girl I need you stay forever

Uh I walk in the club and I'ma change the weather

Hundred racks in 20's stuff it in my leather

Treat her like a treasure

Girl you make it better

I put shit on stretchers

Can't put down Beretta

They won't take me out

I promise I won't let em

I got one day coming for me

I got color money

I got everything inside the trap

It's jumping like a bunny

Yeah let me make it clear

I don't give a fuck if they want war

Then we could take it there

Gave that pussy chills

While I'm inside I'm licking on her ear

Rookie of the year

I'm blowing up and I can feel its near

I can feel the music in my soul

I listen to the snare

I can't front him bowls

He take too long

He moving like a snail

I can weigh a brick up with my eyes

I don't even need a scale

Told mama I'ma blow get us out

I see it crystal clear

Count this money dive inside

And now she running from me

It ain't funny, once they slide

You know this shit get ugly

Fiending feeling down an eight

I can't put down the muddy

I want em gone, I drop a bag

These niggas running from me

I get the ball, I run it back Every time they punt it to me

I get them bowls, I'm cashing out

Don't need it fronted to me

I grab my switch

I'm crashing out cause niggas moving funny

Guess that's my fault for letting em in

I thought they really loved me

Yeah I'm in the trap tryna run up cake

I'm pushing so much weight

I'm so damn high can't feel my face

I just poured up an eight

I'm so damn fly I'm outer space

Givenchy with the Bape

That Maybach truck got stars inside

I'm riding round with my drac

I'm blowing up, my diamonds froze

That's why them niggas hate

I spin em round, I buss her down

Let's go on dinner dates

I'm sending hits, I run the town

I'm getting plenty cake

I hit the stage I'm rocking out

Pour Wok & Minute Maid

Pour Wok & Minute Maid nigga, you heard me?

Zombieland Taliban shit man

Big lieutenant nigga

Niggas can't fuck with me

Nigga I'm the biggest you heard me?

I run my whole section nigga

Fuck a nigga mean you heard me?

On God