Lurkin by Woaheric Lyrics
[Intro] woaheric
Molly molly want the molly I won’t say shit
Get a blicky grab the blicky need a k bitch
Marijuana all that ganja and we spray bitch
Got a blicky got a blicky I don’t play bitch
And we on em’ grab the choppa blow his brain bitch
Oh I’m EViL yeah I’m EViL steal your main bitch
Hit em’ bow! Knock him down to his grave bitch
Hit him Blow! Hundred rounds I engrave him
[Verse 1] woaheric
Uh
See a oppa gun him down I don’t save him
Blue hundreds all around bullets graze him
Said he out but I left him on the pavement
Little baddie said she bumping all my playlists
Ay-Ay A-List I’m just A-List
I beat the pussy just like blade, I can’t be tamed bitch
Watch the way I do the race bitch I’m fuckin’ famous
Yuh, aye
Nameless I’ll leave him nameless
Like the type to actually say shit like
“What was his name bitch?!”
Shit like I done even know like
What’s the word with the percs bitch
The Glock it hold 30 but imma’ fucking lurk bitch
I always keep a blade cause’ you know I like to merk shit
Sprite with all the lean mix it up I want my dirty
Yuh
I want my dirty, I don’t wanna’ pop no fucking shit unless it hurt me
Yuh yuh
So don’t you worry, take your fucking shot like pussy boy just try to merk me
Yuh yuh, but it’s not working
Guarantee you see me with a blick and I’ll be smirking
Yuh yuh, I’m always searching
[Interlude] woaheric
Yuh yuh, lets make a purchase
95’ 203 I’m always fucking lurking
Watch the way I kill it hoe I’m always fucking learning
Pour me up a cup I’m in a coma from that dirty
[Verse 2] Roscoe On Da Track
I got a
Cartier bitch she out of the ordinary
They say I’m really scary like they screaming Bloody Mary
And I be Lurkin’ with my bitch Halle Berry
And Eric keep a Glizzy but it’s just a secondary
And I got too much money it won’t fit inside my wallet
So I bought Gucci, Louie, Dior, Saint Laurent, and Prada
I’ll make the call to get you hit I ain’t talking piñata
Cause’ I done came up from the tap to straight Piña Colada
And everybody wanna’ know Roscoe
And everybody wanna’ know where I go
But you can’t know shit about me I keep it on the low
Just know that I keep on lurking I’m always on the road
[Outro] Roscoe On Da Track
I’m always on the road
I’m always on the road
Yuhh oh oh
Woah oh
Evil
Molly molly want the molly I won’t say shit
Get a blicky grab the blicky need a k bitch
Marijuana all that ganja and we spray bitch
Got a blicky got a blicky I don’t play bitch
And we on em’ grab the choppa blow his brain bitch
Oh I’m EViL yeah I’m EViL steal your main bitch
Hit em’ bow! Knock him down to his grave bitch
Hit him Blow! Hundred rounds I engrave him
[Verse 1] woaheric
Uh
See a oppa gun him down I don’t save him
Blue hundreds all around bullets graze him
Said he out but I left him on the pavement
Little baddie said she bumping all my playlists
Ay-Ay A-List I’m just A-List
I beat the pussy just like blade, I can’t be tamed bitch
Watch the way I do the race bitch I’m fuckin’ famous
Yuh, aye
Nameless I’ll leave him nameless
Like the type to actually say shit like
“What was his name bitch?!”
Shit like I done even know like
What’s the word with the percs bitch
The Glock it hold 30 but imma’ fucking lurk bitch
I always keep a blade cause’ you know I like to merk shit
Sprite with all the lean mix it up I want my dirty
Yuh
I want my dirty, I don’t wanna’ pop no fucking shit unless it hurt me
Yuh yuh
So don’t you worry, take your fucking shot like pussy boy just try to merk me
Yuh yuh, but it’s not working
Guarantee you see me with a blick and I’ll be smirking
Yuh yuh, I’m always searching
[Interlude] woaheric
Yuh yuh, lets make a purchase
95’ 203 I’m always fucking lurking
Watch the way I kill it hoe I’m always fucking learning
Pour me up a cup I’m in a coma from that dirty
[Verse 2] Roscoe On Da Track
I got a
Cartier bitch she out of the ordinary
They say I’m really scary like they screaming Bloody Mary
And I be Lurkin’ with my bitch Halle Berry
And Eric keep a Glizzy but it’s just a secondary
And I got too much money it won’t fit inside my wallet
So I bought Gucci, Louie, Dior, Saint Laurent, and Prada
I’ll make the call to get you hit I ain’t talking piñata
Cause’ I done came up from the tap to straight Piña Colada
And everybody wanna’ know Roscoe
And everybody wanna’ know where I go
But you can’t know shit about me I keep it on the low
Just know that I keep on lurking I’m always on the road
[Outro] Roscoe On Da Track
I’m always on the road
I’m always on the road
Yuhh oh oh
Woah oh
Evil