Wake Up (feat. Bunji)

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb
I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy
You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb
What's that I don't know, still balling on my own
Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home
Locked in my zone, no option for slowness
I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb
I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy
You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb
What's that I don't know, still balling on my own
Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home
Locked in my zone, no option for slowness
I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

It's honestly hysterical I'm on a fucking roll
You swear to me you care for me you lying out your skull
I'm attracted to the money like it's a magnetic pull
I'm addicted to the stunting while the blunts are being rolled
Smoke a bowl with your girl then I fuck her by the pool
They be trying to stop me they keep on watching my moves
You know I'm not even human I think I spawned on the moon
That's why I'm flying to the money in my fucking space coupe

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb
I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy
You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb
What's that I don't know, still balling on my own
Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home
Locked in my zone, no option for slowness
I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul

Hold up, little bitch I'm going ghost
I just pulled up in a scat that bitch will watch it like the pope
I'm with Kid Sah, feel like Yeezy and Jov
Cuz these pussies just watching while we coming for the throne
I been making money moves stacking up my dough
When I pull up to the function all they jaws is on the floor
You been sideline watching while I'm trying to run the globe
Tripping acid on a G5 on the way to Tokyo

Let me, switch it up like Nintendo
Smoking strong bitch I'm blowing on indo
Five percent tint you can't see up in my windows
Tryna hit me up but I can't hear them through the headphones
Cuz if you ain't talking money then my answer is no
Never stopping at red lights cuz green's all I know
I'm bout to blow, they keep calling my phone
I just decline then recline then keep blowing smoke

Wake up, smoke my dope, bitch give me dome til' her throat go numb
I'm a motherfucking king, I'm the motherfucking boy
You can talk that shit but you still sound dumb
What's that I don't know, still balling on my own
Still flexing on my ex with all these checks I'm taking home
Locked in my zone, no option for slowness
I'm hoping for a miracle to save my fucking soul