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WACKO!
by Wacko Genius
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W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
Saturday plots turning my way
I don't masturbate cause my hand getting tied man
Even your shawty love chilling with the Wack
She call me Mr. Karma cause I'm coming on her back, be afraid
If you lame better aim or you MIA
All these rappers so scared of what we might say
I be grinding on this path till we see Kanye
In some Givenchy, off the shit I made
I just hustle 'fore I'm dead tryna be a better man
You can focus on the bread just don't fuck up the jam
Yeah they saying I'm the goat and I can agree
You ain't the same bitch what do you mean
And the shit that they saying ain't appalling to me cause
This whip that I'm driving don't start with the keys
I'm just saying
You can ask your main bitch cause she probably know me
Yeah she probably know me cause she probably know
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
W-A-C-K-O
W-A-C-K-O
Please know I do not lose
Brother want beef I don't play with my food
Smoking that tree with a hilltop view
While you talking that shit, can't say that I do
Tip toe in the bed room
Shawty want peace I can be your man boo
But I got to see what you really can prove
I cannot lose me trying not to lose you, yuh
You better not blink, I might end up really far
Wacko don't drink but he got the hottest bars
Cali on me then we shoot up to the stars
Better pull up with your boys if you feeling up to par and that's facts
I don't give a fuck, make them all go mad
Shawty wanna eat me in the hallway, can
I ain't never ever gonna trust no man cause
If it's for the cheese then they all turn to rats
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
W-A-C-K-O
W-A-C-K-O
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
Saturday plots turning my way
I don't masturbate cause my hand getting tied man
Even your shawty love chilling with the Wack
She call me Mr. Karma cause I'm coming on her back, be afraid
If you lame better aim or you MIA
All these rappers so scared of what we might say
I be grinding on this path till we see Kanye
In some Givenchy, off the shit I made
I just hustle 'fore I'm dead tryna be a better man
You can focus on the bread just don't fuck up the jam
Yeah they saying I'm the goat and I can agree
You ain't the same bitch what do you mean
And the shit that they saying ain't appalling to me cause
This whip that I'm driving don't start with the keys
I'm just saying
You can ask your main bitch cause she probably know me
Yeah she probably know me cause she probably know
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
W-A-C-K-O
W-A-C-K-O
Please know I do not lose
Brother want beef I don't play with my food
Smoking that tree with a hilltop view
While you talking that shit, can't say that I do
Tip toe in the bed room
Shawty want peace I can be your man boo
But I got to see what you really can prove
I cannot lose me trying not to lose you, yuh
You better not blink, I might end up really far
Wacko don't drink but he got the hottest bars
Cali on me then we shoot up to the stars
Better pull up with your boys if you feeling up to par and that's facts
I don't give a fuck, make them all go mad
Shawty wanna eat me in the hallway, can
I ain't never ever gonna trust no man cause
If it's for the cheese then they all turn to rats
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my chick too fine bruh it ain't no joke, woah
W-A-C-K-O
No won't be there if you ain't got tokes, no
W-A-C-K-O
Yeah my fit too fly bruh it ain't no faux, woah
W-A-C-K-O
If you talk to the feds then you ain't my bro, no
W-A-C-K-O
W-A-C-K-O
