Wock In Stock

[Chorus] Bought some wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (Slatt) Got a stick way too big I could kill a fox (Brr) Hundred thousand dollars cash spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke) that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrt) it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Oh yeah) For the forty fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrt) [Verse 1] King carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (Ya dig) This bitch geekin' off a school bus, she Ms. Frizzie (Beep) Her best friend took too much boot, she too dizzy (Too dizzy) I'm about to put 'em both in a figure four Check a nigga out (Yeah) I'm that nigga that get shit done (Yeah) Tweetin' on my phone, in the back like redrum (Yeah) Concrete boy, it's that new cash squad, ooh, big pawn (My bank) Got like five different APs, who want one? (AP) It's a fact (Yes) I'ma always (Yes) get it done (I do) These niggas my sons and I'm 50 Cent (No love) Ridin' 'round (Yeah) in a Bentley (Yeah) and it got me bent (Yeah) This bitch thirsty, she need more water, folks are Flint (Water) [Chorus] Bought some wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (Slatt) Got a stick way too big I could kill a fox (Brr) Hundred thousand dollars cash spent it in a stock (That cash) Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (You see) I can't cop no Aston Martin (Broke) that shit for the broke (No, no) I got me a new Lamborghini (Skrt) it came with remotes (Yes) My bitch came from overseas we fuck and she get choked (She fine) Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (Oh yeah) For the forty fifth time, I'm good everywhere (On God) Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (Skrt) [Verse 2] I'm just tryna fuck her from the back with no issues We already know you goin' broke (Yes) Keep yo' tissues Too much fuckin' money (Ooh) I've been making (Yes) I won't diss you Niggas plottin' on me, that's okay (Yeah) 'cause I tote pistols (Brr) Niggas got me out, shit, that's okay 'cause I count money (God) Fuck bein' in yo' top five, my momma's countin' honeys (On God)