Hear This

I don't know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain't Act

I don't know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat

I don't know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin' rubber bands on the racks

I don't know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back)

I don't know who need to hear this, ho, your ***** ain't like that (***** ain't like that)

If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash)

Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags

They be postin' artilleries (For what?)

Them niggas bleed how we bleed (On God)

Got me ridin' 'round with .223 (Yeah, yeah)

We gon' put thеm boys on a few tees

Butterfinger in my Backwood, got mе ashin' candy

Ho, don't send your Cash App, think she got that from her mammy

I'm just gon' slut these lil' hoes out and let you be romantic

They can't believe what I've become, they wanted me to panic

Scars on my back and arms, bros, they revoke the bonds

Wanna know just how I'm doin', everything is everything

I know niggas married the streets, but 12 took they wedding rings

Why the D.A. mad at me? I don't know this ho from a can of paint

Ain't a nigga sip more lean than me, I done poured this shit up in every drink

Had a ********* with a white ho and a red *****, call it a candy cane

'Fore music, way before this rap shit, in my city, I been had a name

GMG, that's still the gang

Much care 'til we meet again

I don't know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain't Act

I don't know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat

I don't know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin' rubber bands on the racks

I don't know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back)

I don't know who need to hear this, ho, your ***** ain't like that (***** ain't like that)

If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash)

Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags

Ooh, she got it all wrong

I go and buy her a home

All of my diamonds on

Fill up my styrofoam

You made me (Made me)

Why the hell would you tell them people that? That's crazy (That's weird)

I'm bein' grateful, so if you really did, I'd thank you, no thank you, honestly

How long you think you'd run until you run into danger?

Bought this trench coat 'fore the 'Rari first

'Cause his mama hungry and his daughter thirsty

I walk long miles when it come to work

We only come outside on Tuesdays and Thursdays

Made a quarter mil' off sellin' merch

You gon' **** her, but she want ******* first

I don't **** with rappers, I don't feel they verses

Tired of buryin' niggas, we wanna flood the hearse

Yeah, I dropped out, but I done ****ed some nurses (On God)

I'm dumpin' ashes up inside of a foreign

I'm out of town, I'll be back in the morning (In the morning)

Picked the backend up, the frontend on guns (Frontend on pistols)

Ain't no Fathers Day 'cause all these rappers my sons (Nigga my children)

I don't give a ****, I might just marry a nun (Marry a stripper)

In and out the courts, I'm startin' to feel like LeBron

I got choppers bigger than my opps, yeah

Black extendo in the Glock

These ain't the other kind, they won't jam

****ed a cougar, still call her ma'am (Yes, ma'am)

I know a nigga take fake pills, yeah, the Percs hittin'

Riding 'round with .223 like Draymond (Green)

Got niggas all in the pen' waitin' on my mixtape

You tryna hear about ballin', nigga, don't press play

I'm eatin' candy, smokin' Hi-Chew, I'm still blessed, mama, I pray

I been ****in' her for a year straight, but she still don't know where I stay

Bought a thousand Faygos, I can't stop leanin' for some reason

I put these karats in my ear, they think I went vegan

I don't know who need to hear this, but this Wocky, this ain't Act

I don't know who need to hear this, but your boyfriend is a rat

I don't know who need to hear this, we stopped puttin' rubber bands on the racks

I don't know who need to hear this, but go and take that jewelry back (That jewelry back)

I don't know who need to hear this, ho, your ***** ain't like that (***** ain't like that)

If you broke, you need to hear this, I motivate you to get cash (Motivate you to get cash)

Traphouse is like Hoarders, walk in, steppin' over bags, yeah

Seen some gangsters go to jail who got turned into fags

(KookUp, what's up?)

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)