Wockhardt lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen]
Yeah
Yeah
Droppin' the Wock'
Droppin' the Wock' in the motherf*ckin' Sprite, yeah
Yeah
Droppin' the Wock' in the Sprite
Droppin' the Wock' in the Sprite
Droppin' the Wock' in the Sprite
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Droppin' the Wock' in the Sprite
Sippin on Wock' with no ice
Poppin' a Perc' for the night
di*k in her gut like a knife
Ten K off a swipe
Free 2, no kite
Strapped up, no dyke
Trap jump all night
Twin slide for a pint (Yeah, uh)
Sneak in the back, kick door with the FN
Big Shawn Wick, man, I feel like a reverend
Bro caught a body and his hair, had to dread 'em
He took your pole, lil' n*gga, you let him
Headshot, head crack, n*gga, don't bet 'em
He got the pounds, tell brody to get 'em
He spin his block, tell brody to dead 'em, yeah (What?)
Sippin' on straight drop
Gotta grinch up 'til my motherf*ckin' tape drop
Trappin' on 3, free Bo live...
(Verse 2: Bizzy Banks)
(Like, yea, uh)
Im in the hood and im still moving zaza
She wanna f*ck but I just want the matta
Im gettin chicken like I work at Popeye's (Yea, uh)
I just been trapping finessing these UEs
She wanna f*ck but I know she a groupie
.223 bullets its lookin like Stewie'
I see a opp and im bussin a uey
Bad lil b*tch and she go to a CUNY
Im hella fly i ain't never wear uni (at all, like)
These n*ggas talking but they never outside
Wanna be famous we put you on Fox 5
Ya b*tch a treesh better go through her archives (like, what)
b*tch im outside and im still moving sleazy
Twisting my fingers like M&MBeezly
Shot him on Tuesday he died on a weekend (like, what)
I got some shootas that's still in the cut
That n*gga pus*y I know he gon’ run
I got a stick and it came with a drum (like, uh)
Tinted the Cartiers now i need a bust down
Lil thotiana I tell her to buss down
She tryna f*ck and I said we can't f*ck now
I took a yerkie then told her lets f*ck now
Switch her position so she tryna suck now
I feel like Victor when he catch a touchdown
(Cha Cha)

Produced by y3tga