Songtexte I Wonder - 1029 Tre

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Yeah Roxky
LA Flow On This Muhfucka

How you say you shooting, you ain't got no gun
How you want to go to war but got no funds
Send a little nigga to go and snatch yo son
And I don't want ya bitch cause she ain't got no buns

I'm the type of nigga, Send the smoke to ya mama house
Banging on the door, now got her asking what he talking bout
I don't like to talk, I'd rather watch them niggas chalk em out
Runts got me losing brain cells but I'm focused now
I was just broke last year but I'm balling now
Same bitch who wasn't fucking then trying to fuck me now
Brothers doing time in the feds, I still hold it down
Black got two years in that bitch and then he popping out
She just popped a 30 and she gone and she geeking out
Brother called my phone, say they jumped him now he tweaking out
Slide down they block the same night and they was hiding out
Got my lil bitch to set him up and then she find em out
Two weeks later she call my phone
She got the drop on em
Call my brother phone the same night, it's time to slide on em
Not that boy meat up out his taco now is mind gone
Cartier watch got me freezing, different time zone
Ex bitch still watch my page, see what I'm on
I don't entertain the bullshit, bitch I'm not broke
Better do a PPP instead of watching me
Niggas taking trips Cali eating off of EDD
And I ain't giving sauce for free
Bitch you gotta pay a fee
Even if I say I love you bitch this fee is barely cheap
And I don't want to hear no talking bitch ya face be on a tee
I'll send em up to GOD if the decisions up to me
I WONDER

How you say you shooting, you ain't got no gun
How you want to go to war but got no funds
Send a little nigga to go and snatch yo son
And ion want ya bitch cause she ain't got no buns

My daddy was a pastor, I Can't say I love the Christian life
Fucking all these bitches, I Don't think I'll never find a wife
You cross me once it's over with, I can't do no three stripes
We from the hood, we keep fighting
My auntie call me street life
I got just what you need right
We get to all the cheese right
I slime em for a clean price
Fucking up every scene right
Chasing all of these dreams right
Killing em call me Scream
My pops called me from Heaven, say he like everything he seeing
These niggas, they be pussy, they'll get knocked off for a ben
But I don't think they worth that
That chain around his neck, snatched
We walk around with big racks
12 asking me how it is
I tellem it's his contract or maybe it's a record deal
We getting so much money, they can't figure out how much it is
We running up these bands, hunnid thousand in a duffel bag
That hoe tried to play on my name but Iain never went out sad
I give brodie the green light, he gone for sure secure the bag
Alexander McQueen tings, I drip in every outfit
This jacket I got on Dawg, I don't think it came out yet
Begging for that attention, boy he tryna get a clout check
That check just dropped in her bank account, I swear it ain't rerouting
They knowing I fuck with Wayne, they been calling me The Hot Boy
Sometimes ion think, I be quick to spin the block boy
I tellem I'm on what they, I think I wanna strike first
And I can't be behind you if yeen tryna bite first

How you say you shooting, you ain't got no gun
How you want to go to war but got no funds
Send a little nigga to go and snatch yo son
And ion want ya bitch cause she ain't got no buns
Hell Nawl