[Intro]
Migo Plug, hit 'em

[Chorus: Shakewell]
Woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)
Woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)

[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Got a thousand Apple stocks, at this point do this for the fame (For the fame)
Fuck that clout chasin' yall be doin' tryna gain a name (All y'all lame)
Another M up in there, I caught it, caught a shoulder pain (Shoulder pain)
Coulda went to college, dropped out high school then I joined a gang (Joined a gang)
Matter fact I started it, (I did) T's up on retarded shit (We was)
Me, I like them shanks and Ruger PC Charger carbine kits (Pop-pop, pop)
This bullet hit his cartilage, the next one hit his left limb (Oh no, no)
Someone call the ambulance and notify his next of kin (Call them)
This life I'm livin' full of sin, I look white but I'm Mexican
Name hold so much weight the police keep thinkin' I'm trafficking (They know)
But really I be rappin' in yo city, I ain't tappin' in (I ain't tappin')
So quit askin' whats happenin', these 30s keep on clappin' him (Pop out, sip!)
[Chorus: Shakewell]
I woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)
Woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)

[Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli]
Woke up like
Which one my sticks I wanna tote today? (Which one my sticks?)
We could go toe-to-toe, or I'll hit you from a mile away (Hit you with that)
I got somethin' for ya if you think you feel some type of way
Make one call to Sancho if you wanna throw yo life away
Walkin' talkin' chopstick, we start the shit and stop it (Skrrt!)
I sat through yo whole song, it felt like I was hostage
This Blackout be my "go to war," that FN be my day-to-day
Take you for that Cuban link, make you say you gave it away
Let's play a hunnid pick up, bitch pray that you don't slip up
No I don't do no link ups, (Aye) ain't postin' for no pictures
Life On Our Terms, so shameless, money dancin' on the mink rug
Put one through yo noggin if you ever think I'd switch up
[Chorus: Shakewell]
Woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)
Woke up like
What kinda man I wanna be today? (Today, aye)
Why he actin' hard? Pussy should know we all bleed the same (Bleed the same)
This a Hellcat on me, you can't drive it, it just bleed his brains (Oh no, no)
If he walk up on me, turn this bitch into a shooting range (Pop out, sip!)

[Outro]
Migo Plug, hit 'em