I might Lyrics

Put my wrist in the bowl I might fuck up my watch

Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block

I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock

I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock

I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top

Dozing off in a booth bitch I'm full of them meds

Free my lil dawg he still in the feds

Bitch shot her shot and I left her on read

Got a stick in my blick hanging out like a leg

My girl trying to fuss I ain't trying to hear none

If I open my mouth See the perk on my tongue

And I know she gone trip cause I said I was done

But baby I'm sorry I'm just having fun

I get money from Trappin and rapping shout out to 40 I used to be scamming

He was popping his shit we pull up with them sticks and that lil nigga started to panic

They want fuck with a nigga they know that I'm different lil baby I'm far from average I wear sugarhill but ain't shit sweet the whole city no we get active

Put my wrist in the bowl I might fuck up my watch

Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block

I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock

I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock

I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top

I been stepping on shit niggaz tip toe

If I up with the stick nigga get low

Before rap I was trapping and kicking doors off the block with the rock like a pick and roll

Dick her down now she walk like she pigeon toed

He got caught with it raw and that nigga told

Hit the plug up and tell him to send a load

I just rolled up a opp I don't even smoke

I just told A lil thottie to hit the road

She won't Molly cocaine and a lot more

They say bandoe whip dope with his eyes closed

Hide the dope jump the fence there go five O

When I pop my Lil shit they gone say im too cocky

Fuck being humble that shit not a option

I'm feeling woozy it must be the wocky

something got me itching it must be the Roxies

Put my wrist in the bowl I might fuck up my watch

Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block

I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock

I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock

I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top