Video Wake Up Call de Awar Y Vanderslice 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Awar Y Vanderslice - Wake Up Call Lyrics

(Intro)

Aye, wake yo punk ass up, you bitch!
The best free agents in the muthafuckin' game right now
It's war!

(Verse)
Overlooked and underrated, that's a fuckin' understatement
I hold my foot in the nest till it suffer from suffocation
Wingpipes crunch under the weight, punks stay runnin' in place
On thin ice, stayin' dump slug but yo shooters is pump skatin'
Been ice, see my lunch break, on black blunts and duct tape
Livin' that city life but tell 'em who's the ones for upstate
You fuck face cupcakes ? on some chump change
I touch dirty money until I get paper cuts and blood stains
I ain't the one to play with, up-laid on the grave shift
Duckin' these government agents, plus the judge's arraignment
Stuffin' hundreds in a duffle, I can't afford to be complacent
Dollar signs, point blank period is my punctuation
Drugs ? the pain, the tongue will ? for chunky chains
You shoulda been a nutstand I pop blunts till my lungs ache
Took some bags to luggage claim and jumped on anotha plane
I'm way ahead of my time, you still stuck on the runway
Wake up!

(Hook break)

(Verse)
Woke up this mornin' with murda all on my mental
Half on the one 87 to 11 but he ain't no ?
They're on for homicide, damn, nigga learn that from all the kids on the block
What you know about stickin' anotha goddamn
Pull up 20 guns to the muthafuckin' gang
You can't get sent thru, get sent out
Gleam blocks with that Glock out (?)
Full clip for your clit fuck
You're capped, bitch, I'm capped out
I pull up, straight bullet poppin'
But the bullet stopped, I musta ran out
Turn the captain curvy to a handyman
Fuck an ambulance that wanna van out
Straight goin', thuggin' and you know it
If police ask for a green car
Nigga, get my whip and my bitch straight forward
Chasin' my potential, well I guess I see the hope in that
Said she was mixed with black so I asked that back
If she want some more in that
Roll up with these smokin', bruh
East Side GI deep in the game
Not a day go by that I don't get high
Two zips of weed on the plane
Nigga, blimp my essay up in Memphis
Price gettin' cheap on the thang
Gotta keep that yap boy strapped like a trap boy
Nigga it might leave us some change
Gangsta blimps, bitch

(Hook break)
I don't need to breathe, hoe
I don't need to breathe, hoe
I don't need to breathe, hoe