Lil Woods - Wok Lyrics

I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no Ls imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah
I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no Ls imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah

Pouring that lean on the rocks
Gucci fit down to the socks
My niggas keeping a glock
Yeah yeah
My wrist is cold as a glacier
My neck is flooded like basements
Vvs so amazing
Yeah yeah
I took a plane to the caimans
Yo crib be dryer than raisins
Stay with the fire like cavemen
Style when I'm riding the cadence
Say is we making arrangements
Cause I can tell you need some changes
Vvs in my bracelet
Yeah yeah
I take a wood to the head
I get a bag gotta get to the bread
In my hood an we duckin the feds
Run up shoot, we gon aim at ya head
Gotta split finna hop on a jet
Me and mines yeah we get to the check
Diamonds glitter fell in love wit baguettes
Ridin round and we ducking arrest
Drip or drown you'll be left in a puddle
Chase the cash i don't got time to cuddle
If we beefin bring a gun to the scuffle
Stacking chips I aint talkin bout ruffles
Grab a mil buy a coupe for my mother
Road running, all this world to discover
Break-fast, gotta get to the cheddar
Yeah yeah

I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no Ls imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah
I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no Ls imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah

Christian Dior for occasions
She was basic so I found a replacement
Do the dash in a foreign im racin
Smokin loud the gelato my fragrance
Teach you how imma show you the basics
Get in line with these bitches in training
Wrist is drippy, turn the weather to raining
Gettin to it while these niggas is hatin
Count the racks need it right now
In my bag like I checked out
Prolly trappin till the sun down
Jugg a nigga with the gun out
Sippin muddy till I pass out
Thumbing hunnids till I lose count
Paper chasin took the cash route
I got a pint of the purple
Pump shotty, keep the shells like a turtle
Use the rubber cause these bitches is fertile
Jumping over obstacles just like a hurdle
Keep on sucking might just get you a Birkin
Keep it playa but these bitches is lurking
She just wanna open up like the curtains
But I be busy tryna triple my earnings
Count the racks need it right now
In my bag like I checked out
Prolly trappin till the sun down
Paper chasin took the cash route
Yeah yeah

I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no Ls imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah
I got a pint of the wok
Whippin it straight off the lot
Then imma chop off the top
20 bitches at the spot
And they all sipping ciroq
Dont take no L's imma boss
Buy it I don't ask the cost
Yeah yeah

Im pouring that lean
Mixing codeine
Sippin muddy
Feeling lovely