Lyrics R.I.P Wock - Surf, Caal Vo

R.I.P Wock

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
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah (Uh)
R.I.P.
Wock, uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock (Yah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah), yah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah)
R.I.P.
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
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah, yeah), I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, (Yeah, yeah) uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Uh-woah), I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock (Uh-woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Uh-woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
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
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock, uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Yeah, yeah), I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah, woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Woah woah), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (R.I.P), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (R.I.P.), uh, uh
R.I.P.
Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (R.I.P.), I need a pint
R.I.P.
Wock (Go rest in lean), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (R.I.P.), yeah, yeah
R.I.P.
Wock (Rest in lean)