Woke Up

Ain't gon' lie like
 Mm-mm mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
 (We got London On Da Track)
 (Goddamn!)
 Woke up with a sack
 Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks
 Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger
 I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards
 I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch
 Yeah, I see you mugging
 That shit there don't mean nothing
 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches
 No, I ain't in my feelings
 I'm just saying don't start tripping
 When I get on your ho mind (Dae Dae)
 Don't you start tripping, baby give me mingo
 Don't you start cleaning up this fucking kitchen
 Liu Kang baby, I can fucking kick it
 You say ya gang bang, nigga what you bang?
 Nigga you don't gang bang, you ain't got no stains
 20 gang, murder gang
 Neighborhood in your face, fuck your gang
 Billy with me, F&N
 Hanging out that ceiling with it
 Nine time out of ten, he ain't really with it
 He can't survive in that pen if he was sentenced
 Nigga better try it again if he thought he was fucking with me
 Woke up with a sack
 Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks
 Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger
 I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards
 I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing bitch
 Yeah, I see you mugging
 That shit there don't mean nothing
 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches
 No, I ain't in my feelings
 I'm just saying don't start tripping
 When I get on your ho mind
 Talk trap (what you say?)
 Watch your mouth (do it, do it)
 Fuck you mean? (How you do that?)
 It's my house (turn up on 'em)
 Hundreds kill (whoa)
 Going to kill (yeah)
 Any nigga (whoa)
 That fucking feel (turn up on 'em)
 Like they fucking with me
 Trunk fit in my truck since it's all tall and shit
 Still ride with Tuck, that's my dog bitch
 Semi's never tuck, I will draw bitch
 As far as I know, fuck the law (Nigga, fuck 12)
 They doing all the killing and I gotta watch my back
 'Cause I got five children, yeah
 And they get bonds and they get appeals and that shit
 Just can't be real but I ain't tripping 'cause I just
 Woke up with a sack
 Woke up with them racks on me and stuffed like backpacks
 Woke up with that strap on me, I went and copped that Challenger
 I ain't got no manners but my mama gave me standards bitch
 I can't fall in love with no motherfucking nothing
 Yeah, I see you mugging
 That shit there don't mean nothing
 'Posed to be my cousin but you fucking one of my bitches
 No, I ain't in my feelings
 I'm just saying don't start tripping
 When I get on your ho mind
 (What?)
 Oh, it feels so cold, it's so cold cold (burr)
 Get up out my way, get out my way hoe (move)
 I'ma get that money when I want (them racks)
 I'ma get that money when I want to (turn up on 'em)
 I'ma get that money when I want (let me run up on 'em)
 I'ma get that money when I want to (I'ma stun you homie)
 I don't know you homie
 Yeah
 Low life
 Low life, low life, low life