Lyrics Wok Heart - Big Yavo

(Taliban Mari)
Gang
Fo' sure

Bitch saying I'm feeling myself, I told her to shut up
I can't meet you, it feel like a set up
If a nigga diving in water, he gon' get wet up
Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up"
I'm having whole, call me Yay Hefner
Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks
Pour a eight of that yellow, I'm sipping on big boy
It's so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock' heart

Every show I got fire, I guess I'm a Glock star
My partner throwing back Perc's like Smart Tarts
Rock out with my guitar like Billy Golf
Ayy, I been in the field like a golf cart
I can't chill until my house big as Walmart
My money Yao Ming
Why do you say that? 'Cause you tall, boy
You niggas be on the sidelinеs, call 'em lil' tale boys
You lil' bitty peons, go play with ya child, boy

Start thе car in the house, that bitch make a loud noise
Straight eight my engine, suit up when drive forward
Minding my business, some shit I don't mind doing
You could be ugly, pull out racks, now you fine too
My lil' partner, he slimey
His bullets got green tips
She got some nice head, but she got a mean lips
I keep taking these drugs 'cause I really need help
And I just jumped off the porch, just go ask my big step

Bitch saying I'm feeling myself, I told her to shut up
I can't meet you, it feel like a set up
If a nigga diving in water, he gon' get wet up
Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up"
I'm having whole, call me Yay Hefner
Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks
Pour a eight of that yellow, I'm sipping on big boy
It's so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock' heart