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Wockhardt is what I'm sippin'
Vincent and Jules, Pulp Fiction
She think its her I'm missin'
Black challenger I'm whippin'
Got hoes feel like I'm pimpin'
Got void on me i'm drippin'
Bad lil bitch think im trippin' but she don't know what she missin'
Made a couple racks, Still work a job but kept the money flippin'
Always keep a Draco up on me, Lil bitch i'm never slippin'
Got a call from my boy Luke, Exotic pounds just dropped and shipped in
I was in a Honda now I'm in that big black truck
I'm wit my bro Thraxtar, Loaded up with gloves and shooting slugs
This bitch hit my phone up now she want me to see her in the club
She mad at me but I still fucked
I'm not Lucki but I got luck
Niggas hating and for what
They want an open but got no funds
Steal my swag like they my son
Arp make you go on a run
Talkin shit but you ain't nun
He-hella money, its a flood
Posted up wit S3wag3blood
We handle business without gloves
You ain't shit so why you gon front?
Sword backpack on me wit a gun
Model bih said I wasn't no fun
On her knees she think she a nun
Don't see me winning but I already won
Finna do a show bitch, I'm finna go dumb
They say kn1ghtboy goin crazy on the run
Got a shotgun bitch but it ain't no pump
Did Kn1ghtmare Season bitch I ain't done
Bitch wanna fuck cuz she want to get the funds
You glaze me like eat a honey bun
Hollow points in the mag, finna dump
She obsessed but I only fucked once
Not telling you twice, Imma only say it once
Too many hoes feel like I gotta bunch
I'm eating the pussy now she think I'm a munch yea
Wockhardt is what I'm sippin
Vincent and Jules, Pulp Fiction
She think its her I'm missing
Black challenger I'm whippin'
Got hoes feel like I'm pimpin'
Got void on me I'm drippin'.