Lonely SHROOM - Wokstar

[Intro]
(Drank)
(Woah)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Drank)
Sippin’ on Wok with the stars (Juice)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Lean)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Drank)

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin’ on Wok with the stars (Dirty)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Gas)
I keep my pistol tucked (Glaa)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Lean)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Wok)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Drank)
[Verse 1]
Sippin' on lean it got me faded
I feel like I'm in the Matrix (Matrix)
Wok in that ho
Sip on that lean like a patient (Lean)
Shorty gon suck me off when I get famous
Jump in the whip
I'm driving real dangerous
Pop the seal right of the drank (Drank)
I dropped thirty racks in the bank
Smoking on dope yeah the stank
The doctor won’t refill my drank
Call up the plug and he bring anything (Whatever)
That lil nigga he broke he a stain
Don’t call me back when you see my pull up in a Rafe
Smoking on dope but somehow I still feel all the pain
Do she want me or my money or want all the fame?

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin’ on Wok with the stars (Dirty)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Gas)
I keep my pistol tucked (Glaa)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Lean)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Wok)
Sippin’ on Wok with the stars (Drank)
[Verse 2]
I want the world in my hands
Imma go get all the bands (Woah)
I got some hoes in Japan
Count dirty money when I'm in the Benz (Benz)
Flexin' on them cause they said that I can't
Walk in the bank and I'm dropping like ten
You not my brother we not shaking hands
When you get money they want to be friends
I don't got time to be playing pretend
I'm making money and ducking the Feds
You the type nigga to tell on your mans
I'm the type nigga don't got any friends
Shipping the pack I know Im making mad (Haha)
I'm making money way more than your dad
Look at me flex now I'm doing the dash
I made ten racks off of shipping the pack
Look at me flex now I'm doing the dash
I made ten racks off of shipping the pack
If I get money I'm blowing a rack
If I get fronted I'm bringing it back

[Chorus]
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Dirty)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Gas)
I keep my pistol tucked (Glaa)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Sauce)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Lean)
Look at the dirt in my cup (Dirty)
I keep my pistol tucked (Bow)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars (Wok)
Sippin' on Wok with the stars

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