Woke Up, Locked Up

Da da da da da da da da Aye, bully acting high Flying in the sky Strike down on my enemies Howitzer replaced my Glock (shame) Would you look at the time No, look at the clock Runnin’ low on time I know my niggas acting asinine But little monkeys swinging from vine to vine See a little Lamborghini with its racing stripes Bought little boxes of crack and Trype (bought it, did it) Trying on some Grantora shit Stacking my guns on racks for racks Try and stop me and I’ll break your back Flying private, better watch your back Or else the next move you make might get you whacked Then I’ll put your head on a golden plaque Or I might wear you as a fancy hat Crimes committed got me arrested Minor time, cause I’m a great liar Mess with me, and I’ll light you on fire Or I’ll wash you up and put you in the dryer Bitch, it’s how I flow White shit, I need me a white bitch Uh Round two, and I’ll beat on you He planned to fight me and then “caught the flu” Would have made him into baby-stew Would have woke up but made it through You think you’re lit with your tobacco chew Diss on me and you’ll meet my crew Blasting my speakers on the radio You listening with your lady hoe Drama loving bitches act like they’re in-the-know They don’t comprehend ‘cause they’re slow