Wockstar Baby Smoove

[Intro]
(Xmoke on the beat)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I've been sippin' hard, can't let it get the best of me
Yesterday I got so high that I was scared to go to sleep
I think she a good bitch but right now, I can't keep her
Somebody point me to the red 'cause I need it
You ain't in the game, you don't know the real meanin'
If that piece hit, I buy 'em all, bitch, I need it
You ain't even close enough to say that you competin'
Asparagus with my steak, you can't buy yourself a pizza

[Verse 1]
Zip my hoodie to the top and zip it down for a [?]
I could've bought some shoes, fucked around and bought a six
It's fucked up she know her nigga lame and he a bitch
I got my hood behind me, they'll tell you I'm legit
I'm cool, fucked around and got used to gettin' approved
I ain't think about no bitch, I got some jacks I gotta move
My Arab just upped a forty-piece, all blues
When you really got some sauce, it ain't no way that you can lose
Ain't nobody love you, so be in this shit for you
When I'm done with a bitch, I'ma treat her like she new
This bitch want some Gucci, I might buy it 'cause she cute
My dog serve niggas, he keep cookie and some juice
You ain't used to money, I can tell how you move
Took myself to Neiman's, I was in a bad mood
In and out of states, road shit ain't nothin' new
Fifteen hundred for a verse, I went up like the juice