R.I.P Wock - Surf, Caal Vo

DP on the beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, niggas be talking 'til we get to scrappin'

We might just pull up at your mama house (Yeah)

I want a little designer, the Maison Margiela, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

(Yeah)

I took a look at the bigger picture, I’m so sad, got to cross 'em out

Uh, R.I.P.

Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, uh, uh

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, I need a pint

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah (Uh)

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Wock, uh, uh

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Wock (Yeah), yeah, yeah

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Wock, I need a pint

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Wock (Yah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Yeah), yah, yeah

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Wock (Yeah)

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Wock (R.I.P. Wock)

No more stock (No more stock)

Just filled my cup (Huh)

Spilled my cup, I need a mop (I need a mop)

Just filled my cup, kicked my cup, I need to stop (I need to stop)

Just get the cup, grab the cup, I need a drop (I need a drop)

I’ve been ballin' hard-hard, I might need an epsy (I might need it)

Can’t nobody check me, dare a bitch to test me (Dare a bitch to—)

I’ma break ya off-off, baby, if you let me

Baby, don’t you let me, it might hurt you heavy

I can’t love no Thotianna

Fell in love with Wockianna

I just put her in designer, she just put me in some Prada

Everybody wanna be like me, I feel ashamed

I don’t want no Hi-Tech, I want Wock, it’s not the same, uh

Uh (Uh), huh, uh-huh (DP on the beat)

Yeah-yeah, niggas be talking 'til we get to scrappin'

We might just pull up at your mama house (Yeah, yeah)

I want a little designer, the Maison Margiela, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

(Yeah, yeah)

I took a look at the bigger picture, I’m so sad, got to cross 'em out

Uh, R.I.P.

Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock, uh, uh

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Yeah, yeah), I need a pint

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Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock, yeah, yeah

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Wock, (Yeah, yeah) uh, uh

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Wock (Yeah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Uh-woah), I need a pint

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Wock (Uh-woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Uh-woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Yeah)

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh (Yeah, yeah)

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh

(R.I.P. Wock), oh-oh (Yeah, yeah)

Got two lines of the Wock left but I’ma sip it when it’s scarce (When it’s

scarce)

Leanin' way too hard, I almost fell down flights of stairs (Almost fell down

flights of stairs)

What I need for one line is what your bitch pays for her hair (What your bitch

pays for her hair)

She think I’m a demon, that explains why she’s so scared (Explains why she’s so

scared)

I need the Wock but I really need dro'

Nine bands, ten bands, I need a pro

Mama don’t know that I’m scammin', no

I can’t be no average Joe

Stick on me, boy, don’t get poked

Mixin' the cut, I turn two to a four

With the Karo, lay low

I need all my pesos

Uh (Uh), huh, uh-huh (DP on the beat)

Yeah-yeah, niggas be talkin' 'til we get to scrappin'

We might just pull up at your mama house (Yeah, yeah)

I want a little designer, the Maison Margiela, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

(Yeah, yeah)

I took a look at the bigger picture, I’m so sad, got to cross 'em out

Uh, R.I.P.

Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock, uh, uh

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Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Yeah, yeah), I need a pint

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Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Woah woah), yeah, yeah

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Wock (R.I.P), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah

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Wock (R.I.P.), uh, uh

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Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah

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Wock (R.I.P.), I need a pint

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Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah

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Wock (R.I.P.), yeah, yeah

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Wock (Rest in lean)