Wake Up

Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
(Homie Kid)

Ice cream gang 'til I run out of breath
If I call you my brother, I love you to death

Play with my hoes, they play with my friends

Marty be preaching, they playin' with blessings

Cake and B wanna hold on
When they sleep, yeah, never wake up
Peanut butter on the blow, dawg
Call T-Mac and he can get a fake up
I was finna throw the lob
But I know the buddy probably try to lay up
I ain't sweet, I need paper
Told the ho I ain't tryna cake up
Ice cream gang 'til I run out of breath
If I call you my brother, I love you to death

I'm steppin' with you no matter the weather
I tell you my nigga, I got you forever
I won't fall off a ho if I'm fuckin' together
Say Marty be preaching, they playin' with blessings
He put that pain in the double cup
Know they won't fuck with us
She fuck with me, I might give her a tummy tuck
He got a bow but I got the toolie tucked

Four in the whip, what the fuck they gon' do with us?
Can't get my gun in the club, I'ma shoot it up
He in the coupe or somethin', it got a roof or what?

I'm tryna fuck both of y'all, I need two for one
He talkin' hard, tell that nigga come doin' somethin'
Woah, woah, woah, let's go
Woah, woah, woah, let's go
See a strap on my chest, it's K on my shoulder

Ridin' with some shit that can blow up a motor

We smokin' strong, you can tell by the odor
Her pussy get wetter whenever we argue
We pull up charged
Slidin' around, ain't no way you can dodge it
You want a ho, I'ma throw you the lob like
Should I go scam or go get me a job like
Fuck it, I'm back in the booth on some hard shit

Like fuck it, I'm back in the booth on some hard shit

Like I'm with the gang and we on some mob shit

Me and Lil B, we might pull up and pause shit

Cake and B wanna hold on
When they sleep, yeah, never wake up
Peanut butter on the blow, dawg
Call T-Mac and he can get a fake up
I was finna throw the lob
But I know the buddy probably try to lay up
I ain't sweet, I need paper
Told the ho I ain't tryna cake up

I ain't really me
Say to myself, "That how it's supposed to be"

Nigga famous as fuck, stay out the way
Only keep fuck with me
One stock on the top, I'm on the block
I'm finna cause a scene
Red bottom my shoes with all my goons
We ball like Mr. Clean

What the fuck they thought?
Bitch, we takin' off
I don't play fuck with all them niggas
That's gon' bite some like a dog
Yeah, I heard they talkin'
They ain't talkin' 'bout much

Where I'm from, we break rules
I ain't never gave a fuck
Ayy, I got Tay with me
He strapped in the backseat, we finna load it up
Ain't never gave a fuck about an opp
We quick to shake 'em up
Yeah, like he some motherfuckin' dice
I don't give a fuck, I'm takin' chances
Bitch, I risk my life

Every motherfuckin' day, every motherfuckin' night
And I'ma spit my soul on this motherfuckin' mic, yeah
My mama say it ain't right
But I'm posted on that block
Tryna get my money right, yeah

Cake and B wanna hold on
When they sleep, yeah, never wake up
Peanut butter on the blow, dawg
Call T-Mac and he can get a fake up
I was finna throw the lob
But I know the buddy probably try to lay up
I ain't sweet, I need paper
Told the ho I ain't tryna cake up

I ain't tryna cake up
From the to my
From the to the
From the wallet to the dough, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go