Awar & Vanderslice

Awar & Vanderslice - Wake Up Call lyrics

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(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

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