Lil Wop - Wokstar Lyrics

808 got them smokers
Wop, lil' whores
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm a Wokstar, my bitch look like a pop star, ayy
In a fast car, driving like Nascar (it's Wop)
Keep a stick on me, hold it like a guitar (a stick)
Fuck a real star, I'm tryna be a trap star (it's Wop)
Chopper chop a nigga up just like a chop shop (ayo)
Ayy, ayy, how you balling, your momma wear Reebok? (bitch boy)
Had your bitch sucking dick 'til her jaw was locked
Ayy, ayy, gave that ho wrong number, she can't call back, ayy
This a problem (it's Wop), chopper it resolve them
Ayy, hit your face up, ayy, hollow tips dissolve that (damn)
Got a case, fuck it, my money gon' bond that (it's Wop)
Spend a sack, ayy, get it back, that shit revolve back (it's Wop)

Pop a Perc, this shit turn me to another person (ayy)
Down bad, I remember we was snatching purses, ayy
Tried to take 'em on the lick, he was acting nervous, ayy
In the town, with the stick, like the Secret Service, ayy
Thumbing through all these bands, it got my fingers hurting, ayy
Got the neighbours watching, ayy, all the people lurking, ayy
I don't know you, I can't serve you, you can't get no service, ayy
Niggas acting nervous, ayy, nigga, what's your purpose, ayy

Wokstar, wokstar, wokstar, ayy
Wockhardt, wockhardt, wockhardt, ayy
Wokstar, wokstar, wokstar, ayy (lil' whore)
Wockhardt, wockhardt, wockhardt, ayy (lil' bitch)
Wokstar, wokstar, wokstar, ayy
Wockhardt, wockhardt, wockhardt, ayy
Wokstar, wokstar, wokstar, ayy (lil' whore)
Wockhardt, wockhardt, wockhardt, ayy (lil' bitch)