Wake Walker - Xavier Wulf

How the fuck is you a shooter?

Ayy, ayy no discipline in his movement

Ayy, ain’t no thought in his execution

That’s why you niggas out here losing

Ya whole squad full of snoozies

Yeah, I’m up early, he’s still snoozing

How that’s your shooter, and he snoozing

My niggas up here eating before the breakfast made

Yeah, hop out the shower my bitch got the bed made

I’m smoking good, she say his shit just make her head ache

Hold up bitch wait, does that mean I take the cake?

She said «Yeah, take it shake it anyway it your way, everywhere today’s your

birthday»

We at the strip club throwing up that fetti

Let that confetti frey, we winnin' everyday

Bitch, when I pull up they declare the mayday

I pull up put my blunts in the air like a Nae Nae

She say «Where do we go from here?»

I say «That way»

She look back, face full of tears, but that don’t faze me

Bitch