A$AP Ant – Wockkanda Lyrics

Hip Hop/Rap

You ain't put enough, uh, fronto in your J
That's why you're not smoking like me
Marino Infantry

Uh, keys open doors, I told that bitch "Go get the door" (Door)
Lean out my pores, I'm sweatin' every time I ball (Ball)
I'm coppin' in person, I don't do no internet (No!)
Prada boutique, I'ma cop a turtleneck (Cash out)
Big choppa black, bangin' [?] (Soda)
Winter, summer, fall, every day I get it all (Spring)
Butterfly in the sky, Marino 'til I die (China)
Came in school with no pistols, stayed in every lunch (What)
Came in school with no pistols, trappin' off the mental (Ask 'em)
Turn around, backshots, I don't wanna kiss you (No)
We gon' kill 'em, I can't wait for karma get you (Boom!)
Keep the biscuit, Popeyes, sellin' bean pies

Spanish ho, 5'5, with the green eyes
I want the green gas, can you please slide?
She always do a P for her phenom
That P for Percentage and keepin' em
Please hit yo' bitch, she is geekin'
I ain't petty, my hoes can do better
I don't ride unleaded
But I smoke unleaded
Need the fetti, cheddar, provolone guap (Wait!)
P opened shop
Two hunnid a pop
Bitch, go head, cop
LuLu, the P dot com (Wait!)
I might fuck on your mom
I got this cash flow
P, he went up, digi'd the dash though
Get on some shit like Fidel Castro
I got the glick, might pull the mask low

White people walked up on me, askin' why my pants low (Uh!)
Walked in Wells Fargo, you already know the cash flow
Gucci, Louis, I might cop a poncho (What?)
When we pull up, you already know, it's a car show (Cash out!)
I don't do no thinkin', these niggas really fakin' (Fakin')
I don't do no talkin', bitch, talk to my agent (Yeah!)
They like it or they hate it, real niggas always make it (That's true)
I'm giving positive vibes, but I'll bring out Satan (Ooh!)
Stephon Marbury moves, I be shakin', bakin'
Top floor, condo, I'm renovating (Yuh)
My bitch like RiRi, I think that bitch Haitian (Woah)
Trinidadian, Jamaican, lean (Cash out)
If I don't make it, then I gotta do the takin' (Uh)

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