Woc Pint Freestyle

(NoLimitAustin)

If this bullet don't hit his head, it's gon' whack his spine

I specialize in 211s and 459s

Mama know I got a problem, I'm obsessed with weapons

I was taking mugshots, I ain't learn my lesson

Now I'm blowing ten bands at the Gallery

I fuck model hoes, a bum bitch can't get next to me

Joint of the year, it ain't a nigga ahead of me

They copy drip, but they can't figure the recipe

In the field looking for chinky, we need them bucks

Hands in the air, I got a stick, if you move, I bust

Where the Perc? Where the Wock? I need my drugs

I told that bitch she might fold, she can keep her love

He talkin' like he Mad Max and he don't got a pole

I'm really walkin' niggas down in designer clothes

These ain't the regular Air Forces, these say Supreme

I'm on the block with a Glock, the stick hanging out my jeans

Smell like a pound of zaza and some Dior cologne

Got niggas in the club with ski masks, you know what time we on

I'm a nigga in my hood, never gave a statement

They smelled the Cookies when we arrive, real Gary Payton

Your nigga scared to come around, we got him pressured up

I'm killing niggas 'bout my chains, but you can test your luck

I boogie down on any nigga, I don't need no mask

I'm trigger-happy, if we beef, you can't get no pass

I strip niggas for they jewels, you better hide your watch

PJ just called me on FaceTime with a pint of Wock

We the niggas that made niggas wanna get some money

I don't want that pussy, you fuck niggas who broke and bummy

Better duck your head, we got choppers with beams

He must ain't heard I'm passin' out angel wings

High-speed type of niggas, the police can't make us stop

You don't gotta ask, you know I'm equipped with a Glock