[Intro]
Count up the blues, yuh
Aye, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, (Aye)
Sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, (Aye)
Sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, (Aye)
Sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, sippin' on wok, (Aye)

[Verse]
Sippin' on tec, drippin', I'm wet
I'm goin' through fifties off a percoset
I wish you were jokin', you don't want to bet
You think I be playin', don't fuck with my set
I carry a draco up onto my jet
You talk like you rich, we know you in debt
I carry a stick, up in my baguette
My choppa sing, like a quartette
Your bitch want my dick, but I can't ever let
And you talk like we friends, but you ain't never met
All of you bitches know that I'm a vet
And you pitiful, knowin' that I work a sweat
All you, pussies, bitches, and you don't ever get
Pull up, on my, gang, you gonna fuckin' regret