Wake Up

Pull up with the 'chete aye blazing away
Bitches talking shit I pull through in the day
What you really gonna say when I make your bitch show me ways and erase
everything you say she knows I’m the way
Now I’m running all up on my God shit
Leaving cunts up on the floor lifting bars like a fork lift
To fill another bar mother fucker I ain’t pausing
I’ll leave you with no legs and I’ll force you to be walking
Aye
To kill it’d be a new day
Who the fuck you calling fake know your place bitch you came late
Feeding gang bang it’s the same thing the fame thing
You mother fuckers think I’ve been amazing I’m faking
Aye
Bitches kill the same way
Then they complain then they take waves It’s the same thing
Hit 'em bang bang hanging reign screaming fuck fame
Then they’ll be injecting hate straight through the main vein
Bitches crawling
Leave me hung laid back hard beat then I’m balling
Got a new cum rag locked up in the back don’t know her name but she be falling
Door to door like a Mormon
My jaw let loose coming down in the morning
Bitches clawing my back now the others all ask 'bout the scars that all form in
the morning
Spilling up what’s pouring
But you know I’ll be gone in the morning
But you wake up with your throat cut stained flooring
I won’t be caught bagged it up ain’t falling
Spilling up what’s pouring
But you know I’ll be gone in the morning
But you wake up with your throat cut stained flooring
I won’t be caught bagged it up ain’t falling
Spilling up what’s pouring
But you know I’ll be gone in the morning
But you wake up with your throat cut stained flooring
I won’t be caught bagged it up ain’t falling
Spilling up what’s pouring
But you know I’ll be gone in the morning
But you wake up with your throat cut stained flooring
I won’t be caught bagged it up ain’t falling
Spilling up what’s pouring
But you know I’ll be gone in the morning
But you wake up with your throat cut stained flooring
I won’t be caught bagged it up ain’t falling