woke

I'm woke
Want smoke?
Yeah
Run it up, I give no fucks I want the dollars and the bucks
I'm feeling like I'm baby maybe I'll be in Mercedes trucks
Just because I double up it don't mean something in my cup
Watch your mouth I'll beat your ass like J. Lo cause I had enough
Running it up and I'm swerving these potholes
Bitches coddle
I go full throttle in my Tahoe
I feel like a model serving these bottles full of gelato
Flowing for days, I must be Lotto
Go ahead DJ turn it up louder, get me a record deal make mama prouder
Y'all ain't hearing me, turn my sound up
Yeah, yeah
When I walk past they stare
Oh shit little shorty, I'm peeping your lace front, when I see you next, I'm surely pulling your hair
Put on the lingerie so you can prepare, yeah
Beat it up like animals and eat it up like cannibals
They ask me how the fuck I switch my flow, bitch I'm versatile
One day I'll be rapping live, endorsement deals and commercials
How you give us all hope?
Man, I use a lead pencil
Man
I was sitting here the other day
Sitting thinking of my pay
Want the notoriety, the bands and the fucking fame
I want her to scream my lyrics when she hears my name
Changing quarters, switching my game
I took your spot, I guess I'm to blame
Not my fault only one can remain
Stay to myself but I'm in a new lane
He want smoke, that big propane
Gave her orders, now she's tame
Reaching down into my hanes
In this rap, I stake my claim
Run it up, I give no fucks I want the dollars and the bucks
I'm feeling like I'm baby maybe I'll be in Mercedes trucks
Just because I double up it don't mean something in my cup
Watch your mouth I'll beat your ass like J. Lo cause I had enough
Running it up and I ran these dimes
Got a nice view cause I'm looking at the spine
Growing wood that's big as a pine
Yeah, that's me boy you know that's mine
Blocking numbers I'm not kind
Seriously y'all ain't hearing my grind
Back to basics it's my time, your shit too sour, lemon line
Make connections, see reflections in my sisters I'm protecting
Swear I couldn't care less if a check I surely ain't collecting
How the hell you rap so fast?
"Man, Q, take a breath and"
"Keep your foot up on their necks, cause you're next, learn a lesson"
Rapping I'm rapping I'm rapping to fast, fuck that girl I had from the past
Should've left that bitch on the shelf on the store
Knew that warranty wouldn't last
I wish I had the courage to rap full time but you know my mama's going to send me to class
Tank on full ain't never going empty, swear to god, boy, I ain't running out of gas
I'm woke
Yeah