[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her
White tee with a black coat like a-, uh
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her
White tee with a black coat like a-, uh
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her
White tee with a black coat like a butler
I had a Glock 19 in my puffer

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Gangsta online but in person you buffer
Bust down a bus and then duck and I'm outta there
Mouth full of gold like I'm made of some silverware
Millionaire n***a still eatin' out of tupperware
Feel like Pharrell when I'm rockin' this billionaire
Throwin' up middle fingers 'til I give a fuck
Lookin' like Tupac, finna go hit him up
Twenty-one yеars young, I bought a Bentley truck
Also some cigarеttes, didn't even smoke 'em yet
Bought 'em just cause I was of age, I had to
Ain't gotta [?], they glad to
Bought a new bitch for my bag, I mean bag for my bitch and it's matte blue, yeah
I can't believe we got in with the MAC through
Finally all of my n***as got sacks too
Tell me what I'm supposed to do when the racks blue
Made a bitch eat up my nut like a cashew
She said, "You know I wouldn't do that," but bitch I don't put nothin' past you
Move the bitch out to Atlanta for one million, got her a castle (Slatt)
Make a bad bitch tie my shoes, tell her tie the knot up like a lasso
And I got my hair braided like Buckwheat, they call that boy a Lil' Rascal (Pussy, pussy)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Mak Sauce]
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her (Yeah)
White tee with a black coat like a-, uh
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her
White tee with a black coat like a-, uh
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her (Wok)
White tee with a black coat like a butler (Yee)
I had a Glock 19 in my puffer (Yee)

[Verse 2: Mak Sauce]
Big 'ol head get geeked, all-white fox put Wok on rocks
Love that smoke and I love my opps, I don't even wanna talk, when I see 'em just pop (Blrrt)
Me and Lil Boat got on a big boat with them hoes on a yacht just to eat our cocks
N***a, I don't care 'bout celebrity boxin', you try me 'gon get that celebrity popped (Bah-bah-bah)
Go, pop, Mak, where did he go? We put that boy in a gutter (Bah)
Bulletproof windows every car
Fuck out the top dropped out, on God (Skrrt)
If you in the car when we slide, you ain't gon bust? Boy get the fuck out my ride
Fuck, shit, bah, slide, so damn high you could see it in my eyes, on God (Blrrrrt)
Blick, we miss, run it back, on God
You go rob him, I'ma pop my rod (Pop)
Pop that rod, sound like, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah (Bllrrrrah)
Fuck it, right back in
Hey Mak, is this facts submission? (Come on)
No, get the fuck out my business
Feel like Wayne when he made No Ceilings (Come on)
Kick in the door then I walk on my tippies
I get that blick and swang it, tennis
Slid in the car with my blicky
N***as start trippin', we'll air that bitch out (Blrrt)
N***a I ain't finna do no fussin' (Bah)
Bussin' for nothin', why is you muggin' (Hah)
Not from New York, but n***a you buggin'
I pass it, say fuck it, fuck 'round and bust it (Huh)
Outta my head, my mind gone
Don't talk don't fold, gon' pop my chrome (Blrrt)
New opp pack in the blunt, strong
Get lost, spin back, gon' and bust his dome
Left foot, right foot, fee-fi-fo
I spy opp, .223 blow
N***as be hoes 'til they come to they hood
I be out in the hood with a big bankroll (Haha)
Fuck that playin', n***a play, get rolled
Won't say shit, got sticks at shows
Talk shit when the stick hit, don't fold
Lookin' for your hoe, better call Lil Boat (Bah, bah)
Gettin' low when the police comin'
D-R-A-C-O start dumpin' (Draco)
In Ruth's Chris sipping Wockesha
Minding my business, fuck them people (Bah-bah-bah)
[Outro: Mak Sauce]
Wok, Wok, yeah
Wocky my lover ain't nothing above her
Stack up the cake bust it down with my brothers
Told her I love her but don't even love her
I told her I love her but don't even love her
I told her I love her but don't even love her
I told her I love her before I had fucked her