Wok And Red - Drakeo The Ruler

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

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

I got Caiden in the booth with me, watch yo' mouth bitch

Caught him talkin' down on the team, he got dropped kick

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'

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

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

(Shit, nigga)

I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist, nigga

For ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips, nigga

Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick (For real)

You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red

A hundred rounds jumpin' out the chop', they like, «Stop, he dead»

2016, I was flu flamin' through pots and pans

Big bands, mariachi, lil' nigga do the paisa dance

How many times I’ma tell you that fights don’t matter?

If I kick in the FN at his chest, his mic gon' shatter

Ten shots, that’s me giving him micro doses

I don’t know about your stick, but mine bipolar

2021 Audemar Piguet, yours might be older

Don’t bring your girls to the stu' 'cause she might be rollin'

Give her a Tesla, she gon' on gour wheels

Tell these rap niggas, let go of my coattail

You wasn’t thuggin' in the county with me, no bail

You ain’t been where I been, you wouldn’t go there

Yo' name all up in reports, you were a gold man

The Stinc Team for the win, you know the slogan

Opps likin' all my pictures, stop holdin' 'em (Uh)

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

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

(Shit, nigga)

I came in the function burnt out wit' a broken wrist, nigga

For ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips, nigga

Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick (For real)

You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red

Shit, nigga

You know what’s going on

Yeah, nigga

You know who got the West back now, I make this shit look good

I got lil' Caiden in the booth with me like—

Six-hundred in jewelry

You already know what’s going on

We ain’t even finna do all that

Hm, for ten K, you will get filled with hollow tips (Uh)

Aha, tuh

Shittin' me

Uh, uh, uh, hollow tips

You’ll be dead if you come between Wock' and red

For ten K, you’ll be filled with hollow tips