D.R.A.M. - 5IVE $TAR$ lyrics

Uh, uh Pour the soda in the Wockhardt Paint the picture like pop art Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart Say I'm pretty like Leon Her chest beatin' like five hearts Popcorn and the Klondike Carhartt where my car parked Just come and get me when it's my part Gave the Uber-man five stars Left the restaurant, five stars I was f**in' with a five star She done f**ed about five stars, sidebar Pull off, all the kids fightin' like, "That's my car" Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) Now out of stock (now out of stock) They don't know Flacko, grippin' the wop (Flacko) I do what I want (do what I want, want) I'm sippin' the Wock (yeah) I'm showin' my teeth off Two thousand in rocks My n***a says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line) If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time) I pull up and walk Sippin' the Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the Wock New Prada bag (new Prada bag) Brown bu*terscotch (brown bu*terscotch) They don't know Flacko (they don't know Flacko) I'm grippin' the wop (woo, I'm grippin' the wop) I do what I want (do, do, do what I want) I'm sippin' the Wock (Wock) I modeled for Dior Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks) b**hes gon' f** Womens gon' flock Throwin' me box Givin' me top You must've forgot This n***a's colossal My b**h is a model Gettin' the guap, gettin' the guap Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want) Sippin' a lot (lot, lot) I've been trippin' a lot (lot, lot) Got a script from the doc (script from the doc) I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops) I don't talk to the 12 (talk to the 12) I don't snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops) I forget sh** a lot, word My n***a says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line) If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time) I pull up and walk Sippin' the Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the Wock I used to sip Actavis They manufactured it Sippin' this half of it Got lean in my mattresses I pull up and walk Sippin' that Wock I pull up in what? Sippin' the Wock