Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wok And Red, artist - Drakeo The Ruler.
Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wok And Red |
Smoov, know what I’m sayin', this beat tough |
Yeah, it ain’t even what I think was going on |
(Smoov, what’s good baby?) |
And you know we run this shit (Cha) |
I make L.A. look real good |
I make the West look good |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist |
For ten K, you’ll get filled with hollow tips |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
Home run with this plastic, turn a nigga to bobblehead |
Tommy Pickels, Tommy Hilfiger, man, I hate niggas |
Wearin' my clothes, imitatin', niggas be knock off |
I bought all my trophies to the room, my shoes cost thousands |
I got Caiden in the booth with me, watch yo' mouth bitch |
Caught him talkin' down on the team, he got dropped kick |
Where the chopstick? |
And the mosh pit? |
Wildin' out, Willie Beams on the mob sticks |
Socks and shoes and grimy teeth on the concrete |
I see you flexin' hundreds too but you not me |
My nina’s Siamese, my jewelry blind niggas |
My opps always on pointer, never outside thuggin' |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist |
For ten K, you’ll get filled with hollow tips |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist |
For ten K, you’ll get filled with hollow tips |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
(Shit, nigga) |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist, nigga |
For ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips, nigga |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick (For real) |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
A hundred rounds jumpin' out the chop', they like, «Stop, he dead» |
2016, I was flu flamin' through pots and pans |
Big bands, mariachi, lil' nigga do the paisa dance |
How many times I’ma tell you that fights don’t matter? |
If I kick in the FN at his chest, his mic gon' shatter |
Ten shots, that’s me giving him micro doses |
I don’t know about your stick, but mine bipolar |
2021 Audemar Piguet, yours might be older |
Don’t bring your girls to the stu' 'cause she might be rollin' |
Give her a Tesla, she gon' on gour wheels |
Tell these rap niggas, let go of my coattail |
You wasn’t thuggin' in the county with me, no bail |
You ain’t been where I been, you wouldn’t go there |
Yo' name all up in reports, you were a gold man |
The Stinc Team for the win, you know the slogan |
Opps likin' all my pictures, stop holdin' 'em (Uh) |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist |
For ten K, you’ll get filled with hollow tips |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist |
For ten K, you’ll get filled with hollow tips |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
(Shit, nigga) |
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist, nigga |
For ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips, nigga |
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick (For real) |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
Shit, nigga |
You know what’s going on |
Yeah, nigga |
You know who got the West back now, I make this shit look good |
I got lil' Caiden in the booth with me like— |
Six-hundred in jewelry |
You already know what’s going on |
We ain’t even finna do all that |
Hm, for ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips (Uh) |
Aha, tuh |
Shittin' me |
Uh, uh, uh, hollow tips |
You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red |
For ten K, you’ll be filled with hollow tips |