Текст песни Wolves (feat. Lom Rambo) - Lom Rudy

Knew I be on
If you knew what I'm on, you probably
Switch up your words, lower your tone
I'm on that other shit
You know that other shit
Kill for my brother's shit
Get jammed and never snitch
My dog Rugg in the fool, we gon' send it out tonight
On what?
Got a plug on the blues, but I killed him off the whites
R.I.P.
I just meet bro, he gon' kill him in the ten
Three thousand 114s, we gon' do it all again
On my mama
You give me a dub, anybody else, 22
How many I got?
This shit limitless, plentiful
And that dog in any color, we got plenty food
Take this 100 grams, just come back, this your interview
If it come from us, then it's stamped up, inner tube
Then I'm on they neck, ain't no breaks, interlude
Four nines, them quarterbacks, behind me, I'm a center oot
Just know that it's a million in whatever room I enter through
Look, we got 'em watchin' what we finna do
We done bopped in and bopped in and sinned through
They just know that that business I've been tending to
Know for that, just know that I can get 'em through
She was with me, now she gone, that's my ex talk
Never made love on the phone, that's the best part
He get X for them O's, I don't have heart
Talkin' cane, but it sound like sex talk
They wanna know how I kill 'em like that
How I wrap 'em, how I sell 'em, how I send 'em like that
You gotta learn not to trust like that
And I told 'em I ain't stayin' long, I'll be right back
I'm just here for the blow, then I'm gone in the wind
Bro-bro headstrong, calling home from the pen
Ain't know how it begin, but I knew where it can end
I ain't remember fucking, girl, I just knew I got the head
They know I got that bread, so they stare in amazement
It came hard as hell till I shift and I shaved it
Like, it's amazing
Here, cuz, you can take a picture
Like me and girly having problems, it's gon' take a minute
That's code talk, she acting up, you gotta scrape a little
Like I'm coming for the top after I rape the middle
Fuck rap, I'm in the streets with the gangsta shit
Man, I hate these
I should hang these
Funny thing, how hang theyself when you hanging with 'em
Man, that's light money
I'm talking white money
I'm talking girl on top of girl, yeah, that's money
If he ain't sitting at the table, I don't slice nothing
She was with me, now she gone, that's my ex talk
Girl money
Never made love on the phone, that's the best part
He get X for them O's, I don't have heart
Talkin' cane, but it sound like sex talk
You catch it