Woke Video (MV)

I got babymammas
I got plenty drama
I dont need no bitch ass niggas round me
F*cking up my commas
I might bomb you
Beard like Osama
I get ganja from Bahamas
Then I smoke it with your momma
No zoo but I got llamas
No zoo but I got paranhas
No zoo but I keep it jumping
Got them girls showing me thier monkeys
Back just like I promised
Hotter than a sauna
And I'm doing numbers
I'm not flashing
Im not fronting
Back to take what's mine
I been on the ground
All in my design
Complete like number 9
See me I just do it while you rappers
Yall just trying
You, I pay no mind
Hate me like I cut in line
Bitch I'm from the Carolines
Greenville mt stomping grounds
Home to crooked cops
Ratchet bms, like clowns
Niggas that's fake balling
Politics that's pedophiles
And the way some niggas be acting
Like they're itching to get a trial

I been up for three days
Ain't no f*cking sleep
Yeah my kids, yeah my kids
Yeah they gotta eat
These rappers think they're bouta lose
Now they gotta cheat
I did my time sewed my seeds now I'm bouta reap
I though told you thought I told you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't f*ck with Apple but I keep a big mac

Who am I
Hotboxer top nother slash you so fly
Top shotter block shopper past super high
My raps be superfly
My swagger you should buy
Got her open she was super shy
Now I might suit and tie
Like I'm like Bruce Wayne
But if f*ck me over
Then I catch you in the night
Might bomb you like Hussein
Man I'm hot like 2 flames
You cool like Koolaid
Man I f*ck the track up leave a mess
Man I might need two maids
Might need a crusade
Ey baby my crew paid
Aquarius waterboy
Might hit you like Bobby Boucher
On top like tupeys
You hoe like Pookie
Im higher on the food chain
Hotter than creme brulee, hey
I'm f*cking around
This might f*cking town
I walk around like contraband
I might have a f*cking pound
They say that I'm the man
The say they been around
Whole time they been around
They did nothing but put me down

I been up for three days
Ain't no f*cking sleep
Yeah my kids, yeah my kids
Yeah they gotta eat
These rappers think they're bouta lose
So they gotta cheat
I did my time sewed my seeds now I'm bouta reap
I though told you thought I told you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't f*ck with Apple but I keep a big mac

I'm in my zone
You in my way
I be getting made
I be getting laid
I go penetrate
No you can't evade
Haters can't invade
They're just throwing shade
Never been afraid
Never been the spade
Always been a black sheep
Grinding on the stray
I done came from nothing
Now I fix my own plate
Cause I hustle through the night
Hustle through through the day
This really me, I go hard don't it
You know that HaziiiBabiii got them bars dont it
Taking king shit
Rapping czar don't it
This is just the fin
You're about to see the shark homey yah