Woke Up Lyrics

Fantastic Santana

Woke up high as hell, I don't know what to do

Woke up high as hell, I do not have a clue I don't know man, but my pockets fat and blue

I ain't never really cared about school Never cuffin' on that bitch unless she rude

Nigga wanna beef like I don't know dude Call my brother get his ass out the streets,

You a sneaky link keep that shit in the sheets, You a gangster keep that shit in the streets, I

Ain't stoppin' my grind till my pockets obese, I'm a reaper, yeah, nigga, I feel like lil reese, to my gang yeah my squad, yeah, I feel like a chief

Robbed so many niggas, what you achieve? If she did it to him, she'd do it to me

I was broke then to bitch, nowadays livin' splenid

Pulled up in the G wagon, like, no, it's not rented

Know so many niggas wanna be gang but they can't though,

I'm in a place smoking woods

Where u can't go,

Bro put a hole in his head like a Lego, Hold on, I had to lay down on the bitches

And focus on music, cause bitches is stupid Yeah, we pushin' that peace shitl yeah that shit is

The movement Man, y'all killin' y'all brothers, man, what is you doing

Wanna beef on the net I don't fake get into it, I remember them days on kik with a droid,

I don't fuck with that bitch, cause I get annoyed

Bro got a stick, yeah, that shit not a toy Not a basic nigga, I can't go for no basic

hoe weed so loud, yeah, it came straight from Mexico

I took his bitch and he didn't wanna let her go

Boy, you a bitch and I'm really gon' let you know

They not real friends when they get mad, they colors show,

In the future see myself at hella shows, Everybody walkin' past they don't even know

Jayvo he the fuckin' GOAT,I was broke that shit wasn't no joke

We got it now, so it's all jokes

Woke up high as hell, I don't know what to do

Woke up high as hell, I do not have a clue I don't know man, but my pockets fat and blue

I ain't never really cared about school Never cuffin' on that bitch unless she rude

Nigga wanna beef like I don't know dude Call my brother get his ass out the streets,

You a sneaky link keep that shit in the sheets, You a gangster keep that shit in the streets, I

Ain't stoppin' my grind till my pockets obese, I'm a reaper, yeah, nigga, I feel like lil reese, to my gang yeah my squad, yeah, I feel like a chief