Monkey C Monkey Doo

[Intro]
(Chapo)
(B-bitch)

[Chorus]
I got some Wock' up in this Fanta
My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
Wanna talk talk to my hammer
That lil' Glock make him a dancer
Got your girl calling my phone, we smokin' dro till we got cancer
And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner

[Verse]
Who's the hoe? She lookin' bad
Hit that one wrap it with Glad
That lil' 8 ounce kinda sad
Score a pint then double back
Got a pint and some pot, I put that shit right in the stash
Monkey see, monkey do, bet I got more racks than you
Never done some shit for racks, that'll put you on the news
Big old bags, designer foo'
Sendin' scripts, droppin' food
Yeah, just got a lil' 16, pour that shit up on some fruit
Send the script out to Dallas and that shit wеnt so smooth
(Bitch)
When I got a pole, I keep it tucked
Camе in the back, left out the front
I told big homie pop the trunk
I'm 'bout to let this AK dump
(When I got a pole, I keep it tucked)
(Came in the back, left out the front)
(I told big homie pop the trunk)
(I'm 'bout to let this AK dump)

[Chorus]
I got some Wock' up in this Fanta
My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
Wanna talk talk to my hammer
That lil' Glock make him a dancer
Got you girl calling my phone, we smokin' dro till we got cancer
And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner
Got some Wock' up in this Fanta
My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
Wanna talk talk to my hammer
That lil' Glock make him a dancer
Got you girl calling my phone, we smokin' dro till we got cancer
And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner