Wock N Red

We got London on da track

Yeah, Free Dem Boyz

Yeah, bitch, we dem

Wild ****, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it

Foul ****, I hop wit' this bitch, and get the yeah, yeah, yeah

Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead

Me, Apple, Ric' and Martez known for huntin' shit

Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog

Heard that young **** still like to hoop, I like to ball

We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I

And every **** disrespected got shot

Ten spin, friends, yeah

Wock, Wock, Wock, Red

New Glocks , F&N

Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

Blues, blocks, I'm just

Pape on who? Not us

Chill bitch, one fall out of love, I need a real bitch

I'm still lit, Apple fightin' a life, know we appeal shit

I'm here for him, youngin' been gone, bitch, know we still scorin'

Yeah, yeah, still missin' Gotti, bangin' that Lil' Quez

Turn me up, no new friends, just know it's only us

What you on, youngin'? What you on?

Wild ****, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it

Foul ****, I hop wit' this bitch, and get the yeah, yeah, yeah

Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead

Me, Apple, Ric' and Martez known for huntin' shit

Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog

Heard that young **** still like to hoop, I like to ball

We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I

And every **** disrespected got shot

Ten spin, friends, yeah

Wock, Wock, Wock, Red

New Glocks , F&N

Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

What you think you special, bitch?

Thump her if I catch the bitch

50k, I'm blessed as shit

Bare face, on my extra shit

Not even on no messy shit, my new bitch and my ex the shit

Doggy back to stretchin' shit

Fuck her good, no text at all

Bitch might not get sexed at all, fuck on, ho

I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my fuck on, ho

I got my buffs on and my sticks

Got my pint, bitch, know I'm rich

Risk my life just for this shit

Free Dem Boyz, we dem

Wild ****, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it

Foul ****, I hop wit' this bitch, and get the yeah, yeah, yeah

Cuz ran off, they found him dead, dead, dead

Me, Apple, Ric' and Martez known for huntin' shit

Nah, what's that drug? You turn one into two, we call it dog

Heard that young **** still like to hoop, I like to ball

We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I

And every **** disrespected got shot

Ten spin, friends, yeah

Wock, Wock, Wock, Red

New Glocks , F&N

Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

Free Dem Boyz