Wake Tf Up

Ayo, Mark A
 Pull up to yo' crib masked up it'll get-, okay
 Who the fuck you watching?
 Pull up to your crib masked up, it'll get spooky
 Still'll go and eat some ramen noodles, I ain't get bougie
 Nice guy, but playing with my pape and I'ma get moody
 High as hell dripping kicks Louis finna twist dookies
 Oh, you watching, huh?
 Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting, huh?
 You the type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh?
 You gon' get dropped
 This is not a Tris pop, bitch, I only sip Wock
 Got a bag on me no trick or treat
 Hunnid thousand on the road when the whip hit the street
 Dawg got a hit pint of red, think he sipping pink
 Think that you up, that's a dream boy you still asleep
 Wake yo' ass up
 Ride Cullinan like fuck a Lamb truck
 Quagy-agy got me stuck, I can't stand up
 I'll run it up sitting down
 Always feel like somebody's watching it's a blick around
 Chilling wide awake for the pape
 Can't fall asleep, I ain't even blinking
 Ride around play after play
 Real flight catcher next week you might see me in Phoenix
 Watch Presidential
 Gate around the crib, it is not residential
 I don't need the tech, but the Crocs are essential
 V10 roaring, I am not in a rental
 Take that cap off, I don't talk to purpers
 One thing you can't do is make a boss a worker
 I don't do the Cookie, last time was off the burners
 Think he tough on the net, knock him off the server
 Think he tough, at the most he a cyberbully
 I just spent 12K on designer hoodies
 Only brought ten bags? Shit, you fired, rookie
 Shit, you gotta get a new job
 Up now, fuck next, shit, who not?
 Big hammer, I ain't get it out a toolbox
 Shit damn, hole in his top like a juice box
 Brodie seen a opp and got to blowing like his food hot
 Shit, he live the thug life like he 2Pac
 Wanna know unce? He like Ruckus off of Boondocks
 Got the juice, but I ain't falling off the rooftop
 Used to have a pocket full of lint, now it's blue guap, yeah, yeah
 Oh, you watching, huh?
 Mister Think You Tough oh, you plotting, huh?
 You the type to post guns but never really shot 'em, huh?
 You gon' get dropped
 This is not a Tris pop, bitch, I only sip Wock'
 Got a bag on me no trick or treat
 Hunnid thousand on the road when the whip hit the street
 Dawg got a hit pint of red, think he sipping pink
 Think that you up, that's a dream, boy, you still asleep
 Wake yo' ass up