WAKE UP
The Fuccbois
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That bitch got that cake, call that OnlyFlans Recording Clown Shoes, fucking Minivan We're The Fuccbois, hoe, we made ZAMN You a jealous mark, you just a canned ham Wake up in the morning and I'm feeling hella fresh Get my strap, then put on a bullet proof vest Just shot your mans and I'm feeling like a champ Catch me in the club, and I'm lit, like a lamp Your bitch is just a fucking scamp Try to touch my mans, and you gon' get these hands Keyboard like QWERTY, your bitch get to working Making me bands, that shit's contraband Wash that shit like my hands, bam bam bam Ok, ok, top down, top billing Pull up to your local thread and start shilling I ain't in this bitch to make a couple fucking shillings I'ma go hard yeah, I'ma make a fucking killing Double cup, triple shots, ooo lord willing In the whip, speeding, whoops, there goes the ceiling Black diamonds with the black card, yeah, bill it I'ma make a fucking milli' off my fucking ink and quill, bitch Dark side of the internet, where we grew up Hit you with the sticks, like a Deku Scrub Pink lights on the whip, like a Jigglypuff Screaming "ACAB, f*ck cops" out the fucking truck Throwing bands in the sky, throw them hands up high Money stuffed in the ceiling, reaching up, it's a vibe Money in the suitcase, opened up wide How many millions better than 24? 25 Anxiety all over my body, I can't control my breath Look me in the eyes, and tell me what you see instead A scared little boy into a confident man We have no choice but to fucking Stan 'Cuz you know you're stronger, what you fear you gotta wake up Battle all your demons, yeah, you gotta wake up Nobody's gonna hurt you, yeah, you gotta wake up It's time to make your changes, yeah, you gotta get up Get on after it, you gotta get it yourself Nobody gonna do it for you, do it yourself But the work pays off when it goes to yourself Nobody can give you shit, 'cuz you earned it yourself So put them middle fingers up, say "I give no fucks" Tell 'em that "I made it, well, you're out of luck" I'm sorry, but I'm really not, I'm petty as f*ck Do it like I want to, 'cuz I'm fun as f*ck Put them middle fingers up, say "I give no fucks" Tell 'em that "I made it, well, you're out of luck" I'm sorry, but I'm really not I'm petty as f*ck Do it like I want to, 'cuz I'm fun as f*ck Oh to be an artist on Lockdown You can match with me energies from the Earth ground I don't go to bed 'til 5:00 A.M. in the morning Who needs sleep when your mind's on a journey Not talking 'bout shrooms or talking 'bout acid Always feeling moody, and boujee and so ratchet Not talking 'bout me, I'm talking 'bout your girl Chocolate pudding my favorite, let me put my swirl
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Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
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