Woke Up - Dae Dae, London On Da Track

Ain’t gon' lie like

Mm-mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

(We got London On Da Track)

(Goddamn!)

Woke up with a sack

Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks

Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger

I ain’t got no manners but my mama gave me standards

I can’t fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch

Yeah I see you mugging

That shit there don’t mean nothing

'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches

No I ain’t in my feelings

I’m just saying don’t start tripping

When I get on your ho mind (Dae Dae)

Don’t you start tripping baby give me mingo

Don’t you start cleaning up this fucking kitchen

Liu Kang baby, I can fucking kick it

You say ya gang bang nigga what you bang?

Nigga you don’t gang bang you ain’t got no stains

20 gang, murder gang

Neighborhood in your face, fuck your gang

Billy with me, F&N

Hanging out that ceiling with it

Nine time out of ten, he ain’t really with it

He can’t survive in that pen if he was sentenced

Nigga better try it again if he thought he was fucking with me

Woke up with a sack

Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks

Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger

I ain’t got no manners but my mama gave me standards

I can’t fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch

Yeah I see you mugging

That shit there don’t mean nothing

'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches

No I ain’t in my feelings

I’m just saying don’t start tripping

When I get on your ho mind

Talk trap (what you say?)

Watch your mouth (do it, do it)

Fuck you mean?

(How you do that?)

It’s my house (turn up on 'em)

Hundreds kill (whoa)

Going to kill (yeah)

Any nigga (whoa)

That fucking feel (turn up on 'em)

Like they fucking with me

Trunk fit in my truck since it’s all tall and shit

Still ride with Tuck that’s my dog bitch

Semi’s never tuck, I will draw bitch

As far as I know fuck the law (Nigga, fuck 12)

They doing all the killing and I gotta watch my back cause I got 5 children,

yeah

And they get bonds and they get appeals and that shit

Just can’t be real but I ain’t tripping cause I just

Woke up with a sack

Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks

Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger

I ain’t got no manners but my mama gave me standards bitch

I can’t fall in love with no motherfucking nothing

Yeah I see you mugging

That shit there don’t mean nothing

'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches

No I ain’t in my feelings

I’m just saying don’t start tripping

When I get on your ho mind

(What?)

Oh it feels so cold it’s so cold cold (burr)

Get up out my way, get out my way hoe (move)

I’ma get that money when I want (them racks)

I’ma get that money when I want to (turn up on em)

I’ma get that money when I want (let me run up on em)

I’ma get that money when I want to (I'ma stun you homie)

I don’t know you homie

Yeah

Low life

Low life, low life, low life