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 |