Wock N Red Lyrics

[Intro]
(We got London On Da Track)
We got
Free them boys
Yeah, bitch, we the—

[Chorus]
Wild nigga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I'll hop with 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 niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And every nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Nеff and Twin
[Verse 1]
Blues, blocks, I'm just
Pape' on who? Not us
Chill bitch, won't fall out of love, I need a rеal 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?

[Chorus]
Wild nigga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I'll hop with 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 niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And every nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

[Verse 2]
What, you think special, bitch? Thump her if I catch the bitch
Fifty K, 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
Dugg, he back to stretchin' shit, f*ck her good, no text at all
Bitch might not get sexed at all, f*ck on, ho
I'm not with kissin', I'm not with huggin', I get my f*ck on, ho
I got my buffs on and my sticks, got my pint, bitch, I'm rich
Risk my life just for this shit, free them boys (We the—)
[Chorus]
Wild nigga, touch one of these chains, I'm in the crowd with it
Foul nigga, I'll hop with 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 niggas still like to hoop, I like to ball
We ain't into cuffin' rat bitches, not I
And every nigga ever disrespected got shot
Ten spin, friends, yeah
Wock', Wock', Wock', red
New Glocks, F&Ns
Drew, Mox, Neff and Twin

[Outro]
Free them boys

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