Lyrics WiFi - Luclover

Yea, I pour up the wok with the tris
Yeah!
It's bout a couple damn hoes in this bitch wanna fuck me which one ima pick?
Yeah!
I had to frost out the AP I 2-toned the Patek I flooded my wrist
Woah!
I guess I'm keeping the status up, when I go out why they askin for pics?
Ima star and I know that I do shine
I was drifting at the top floor La Centerra P-garage, I was doin shit out of mind
Then the cops pulled up tryna frame me for doin that, I ain't do shit mane on my-
Actin slick, with a god damn pimp get ya on everything bitch ion do lies
3 bars to the face like WiFi!

I've been thinking too much in my head
Life a simulation we all dead
I don't be out here tryna convince all these people I keep what I know to myself
Run them racks to the top of the shelf
Sorry bout that I'm Yeat with the bells
I pulled up in that GLESKI issa tonka, drive fast on the highway to hell
Different color inside of my hair
I get used to these motherfuckers staring
You see I gotta blue car and it go real fast and when they see they gasping for air
I won't clear up for anyone asking
Shot my shot at the bitch like a basket
I say that cause lil bitch I ain't pass it
Every time ima shoot ima snag it, yeah!

Yea, I pour up the wok with the tris
Yeah!
It's bout a couple damn hoes in this bitch wanna fuck me which one ima pick?
Yeah!
I had to frost out the AP I 2-toned the Patek I flooded my wrist
Woah!
I guess I'm keeping the status up, when I go out why they askin for pics?
Ima star and I know that I do shine
I was drifting at the top floor La Centerra P-garage, I was doin shit out of mind
Then the cops pulled up tryna frame me for doin that, I ain't do shit mane on my-
Actin slick, with a god damn pimp get ya on everything bitch ion do lies
3 bars to the face like WiFi!