Hoobs - Wonk (feat. Peench) Lyrics

Man the f*ck up
You don't know what he's been through
He fought for his family and lost the best two
You sit in green, the caviar drips on your tee
You scream, I don't deserve this disease

But it's not for you, let's rep this for him
He's rollin' in horse shit and sits with a grin
Yo bro how you feelin'? He says no concern
His world's on fire he don't want you to burn

Yung Peench in this bitch to revive the vibe
If you don't trust me why don't you count my eyes (three)
People call me up just to feel alive
Tryna sign on the dotted line but don't have time

That's why we f*ckin' comin' back Hoobs and Peench with the fat racks
Hash wax Gucci and the snapbacks but humble (facts)
You fumblin' with the bag while we pumpin' out the platinum tracks
I flip and tumble bitch 'cause I'm on speed dial at Goldman Sachs

Comin' back for round two takin' over it's a coup
Fresh beats, fresh bars yeah the flame be burnin' blue
Gotta stay level-headed 'case the babysitter calls
From my eyes you see easily the times I had to fall

Too weird for the mainstream too normie for the wooks
The ultimate uniter man this shit will get you shook
I don't play by the book the chaotic, moral cook
You flexin' but your MCM done called me a crook

So I just take all your shit with a smile up on my face
Walk a mile in my shoes and you'll be a basket case
Don't look back mind your own shit and run your f*cking race
Live the Peench life, man this steez bright, heaven's my new place

Love is the ultimate weapon I get it now
Got no time for the fake shit yeah my cards are down
Hoobs please come to the stage and f*ckin' take a bow
We need a high spirit, blessed soul to flex and come around