"Wonder Why" lyrics
(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)
I can't do this shit without you bruh, and you know that
Oh please, I'm beggin' you
I can't do this shit without you, on God, I'm lose my fuckin' mind
Fatt
She can't leave me alone, I wonder why?
When we fuck, she always tell me that it's mine
But she lyin', I catch her by the eye
Even when I'm in the crowd, baby, let me take you far away
We never gon' be found
You know anytime you with me, you don't have to pay
Before I ever be a bum, I'm runnin' in the bank
I buy you Burberry, heard you don't have to thank me
My new ho talk to me nice, she been treatin' me greatly
I seen all this 'fore It came, I just ain't really say shit
I told you time after time, I'm an over-thinker
You a slime, that's it, we made a list, you never changed up
And I don't really feel the love
I ain't got too much to say about you
I have voice to you that I felt the same type of way about you
Ready to kill for you and spin with you, cause I don't play about you
Fake delusional, you had me fooled, bitch, you a scam artist
I know you see It In me, I'm gon' win, cause I'm the damn hardest
Talkin' to my bro like you remember we was broke?
Back when we ain't had no motion or no bitches in our phone
I done did so many drugs, I'm on my soul, the memories gone
I remember I couldn't talk much I had minutes on my phone
Smoke a blunt and think about Kenzie, all them memories on my phone
The only one that I remember never did me wrong
Ain't no ho in my blood, FattMack havin' all sons
They won't let me in the game, I'll probably have a long run
Evil thoughts run through my brain, I want them niggas all gone
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, I mix Polo Ralph Lauren
With Balenci and Givenchy, Cartier sit on my arm
It's like me winnin', already written, I just gotta grind for it
Ayy, cut out my lil' ho and put on some time for it
And Li N.O, ain't no gettin' lows that you probably can't afford
Know these niggas wanna be me up in these streets, got hella sons
And I ridin' around with my heat up in these streets, sittin' up in the storm
Ayy, bust down, bust down, bust down, VV on my trunk
Ayy, niggas play with Ken, slap 'em with my left palm
Ayy, take a nigga's soul, they can have what's left on him
And his track car get stolen, so I can't go home
Cause FattMack, I know they ain't gon' really love him till he gone
Yeah, no, I'm havin' motion, I'm gon' lay you down
Don't give a fuck about who your folks is
Fuck the Insta model, I was thinkin' 'bout my old bitch
Not less than fifth round, but I'm hoppin' on the road with
She can't leave me alone, I wonder why?
When we fuck, she always tell me that it's mine
But she lyin', I catch her by the eye
Even when I'm in the crowd, baby, let me take you far away
We never gon' be found
You know anytime you with me, you don't have to pay
Before I ever be a bum, I'm runnin' in the bank
I buy you Burberry, heard you don't have to thank me
My new ho talk to me nice, she been treatin' me greatly
I can't do this shit without you bruh, and you know that
Oh please, I'm beggin' you
I can't do this shit without you, on God, I'm lose my fuckin' mind
Fatt
She can't leave me alone, I wonder why?
When we fuck, she always tell me that it's mine
But she lyin', I catch her by the eye
Even when I'm in the crowd, baby, let me take you far away
We never gon' be found
You know anytime you with me, you don't have to pay
Before I ever be a bum, I'm runnin' in the bank
I buy you Burberry, heard you don't have to thank me
My new ho talk to me nice, she been treatin' me greatly
I seen all this 'fore It came, I just ain't really say shit
I told you time after time, I'm an over-thinker
You a slime, that's it, we made a list, you never changed up
And I don't really feel the love
I ain't got too much to say about you
I have voice to you that I felt the same type of way about you
Ready to kill for you and spin with you, cause I don't play about you
Fake delusional, you had me fooled, bitch, you a scam artist
I know you see It In me, I'm gon' win, cause I'm the damn hardest
Talkin' to my bro like you remember we was broke?
Back when we ain't had no motion or no bitches in our phone
I done did so many drugs, I'm on my soul, the memories gone
I remember I couldn't talk much I had minutes on my phone
Smoke a blunt and think about Kenzie, all them memories on my phone
The only one that I remember never did me wrong
Ain't no ho in my blood, FattMack havin' all sons
They won't let me in the game, I'll probably have a long run
Evil thoughts run through my brain, I want them niggas all gone
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, I mix Polo Ralph Lauren
With Balenci and Givenchy, Cartier sit on my arm
It's like me winnin', already written, I just gotta grind for it
Ayy, cut out my lil' ho and put on some time for it
And Li N.O, ain't no gettin' lows that you probably can't afford
Know these niggas wanna be me up in these streets, got hella sons
And I ridin' around with my heat up in these streets, sittin' up in the storm
Ayy, bust down, bust down, bust down, VV on my trunk
Ayy, niggas play with Ken, slap 'em with my left palm
Ayy, take a nigga's soul, they can have what's left on him
And his track car get stolen, so I can't go home
Cause FattMack, I know they ain't gon' really love him till he gone
Yeah, no, I'm havin' motion, I'm gon' lay you down
Don't give a fuck about who your folks is
Fuck the Insta model, I was thinkin' 'bout my old bitch
Not less than fifth round, but I'm hoppin' on the road with
She can't leave me alone, I wonder why?
When we fuck, she always tell me that it's mine
But she lyin', I catch her by the eye
Even when I'm in the crowd, baby, let me take you far away
We never gon' be found
You know anytime you with me, you don't have to pay
Before I ever be a bum, I'm runnin' in the bank
I buy you Burberry, heard you don't have to thank me
My new ho talk to me nice, she been treatin' me greatly
