Wok And Red Drakeo the Ruler

[Intro]
Smoov, know what I'm sayin', this beat tough
Yeah, it ain't even what I think was going on
(Smoov, what's good baby?)
And you know we run this shit (Cha)
I make L.A. look real good
I make the West look good

[Chorus]
I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist
For ten K, you'll get filled with hollow tips
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick
You'll be dead if you come between Wock' and red
Home run with this plastic, turn a nigga to bobblehead
Tommy Pickels, Tommy Hilfiger, man, I hate niggas
Wearin' my clothes, imitatin', niggas be knock off
I bought all my trophies to the room, my shoes cost thousands

[Verse 1]
I got Caiden in the booth with me, watch yo' mouth, bitch
Caught him talkin' down on the team, he got dropkicked
Where the chopstick? And the mosh pit?
Wildin' out, Willie Beams on the mob sticks
Socks and shoes and grimy teeth on the concrete
I see you flexin' hundreds too but you not me
My nina's Siamese, my jewelry blind niggas
My opps always on pointer, never outside thuggin'