Wifisfuneral - Where I'm Going lyrics
[Wifisfuneral - Where I'm Going lyrics]
(Bless U Andy) oh, oh, oh, oh
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
(Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
(Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted
Check me off a bean once again (yeah)
We make opps, we don't make friends
Better tuck tight when you ride with your kin
Hollow tip, hollow tip, FN split
Didn't take no Percs, now I feel sick
Okay, you hate that I'm off it (O oh)
We sip Wock', get nauseous (O oh)
Like The Clash, we fuck like a moshpit (yeah)
Man, I get too high way often
Hope you don't tell my mom and them
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too paranoid, I'm off the pill
(yeah, yeah, yeah) i got horsepower
Shift in third gear inside a Benz
I hold thirty round hollow tips, we tote F&Ns
Fuck is thirty bands? I've been
Getting money from the beginning
Niggas ain't really how they feel
It's okay, boy, shit, i get it
We don't make a sound, when
That debt man come, he staying hidden
(Okay) hope you got your Glocks on (Okay)
Hope you got your TECs on (yeah)
We gon' go out, wreck something
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted
Why that thot on my line? She steady calling
With them bands, I'm Julius Erving, dunking
At the top, lil' boy, i'm balling
And I heard them boys wanna kill me
But I'm right here, fuck that, no stalling
And I pull up and fire that shit, two seater
Bustin' out the racks, I track down eaters
Your bitch on her knees
You would thought I was Jesus
Used be down on my dick, now
When my sister call me
Get the bands so easy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know you not with the shit's
We done killed two of your mans
And you still ain't see us
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm so damn high, on Venus (yeah)
Smoking on gas pack, that's phoenix (yeah)
You ain't even really know I'm beaming (yeah)
Pop a bean just to change the scenery
Hold on, we get that the hard way
Flipping all the packs, break
Out the work down, break the hard away
(yeah) ballin' like I'm Hardaway (yeah)
Jacket be Moncler I choose to wear
Watch what your daughter say
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't be no bitch, I catch you slipping
Then it's bombs away (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
(Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
(Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
(Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
(Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted
Check me off a bean once again (yeah)
We make opps, we don't make friends
Better tuck tight when you ride with your kin
Hollow tip, hollow tip, FN split
Didn't take no Percs, now I feel sick
Okay, you hate that I'm off it (O oh)
We sip Wock', get nauseous (O oh)
Like The Clash, we fuck like a moshpit (yeah)
Man, I get too high way often
Hope you don't tell my mom and them
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too paranoid, I'm off the pill
(yeah, yeah, yeah) i got horsepower
Shift in third gear inside a Benz
I hold thirty round hollow tips, we tote F&Ns
Fuck is thirty bands? I've been
Getting money from the beginning
Niggas ain't really how they feel
It's okay, boy, shit, i get it
We don't make a sound, when
That debt man come, he staying hidden
(Okay) hope you got your Glocks on (Okay)
Hope you got your TECs on (yeah)
We gon' go out, wreck something
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted
Why that thot on my line? She steady calling
With them bands, I'm Julius Erving, dunking
At the top, lil' boy, i'm balling
And I heard them boys wanna kill me
But I'm right here, fuck that, no stalling
And I pull up and fire that shit, two seater
Bustin' out the racks, I track down eaters
Your bitch on her knees
You would thought I was Jesus
Used be down on my dick, now
When my sister call me
Get the bands so easy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know you not with the shit's
We done killed two of your mans
And you still ain't see us
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm so damn high, on Venus (yeah)
Smoking on gas pack, that's phoenix (yeah)
You ain't even really know I'm beaming (yeah)
Pop a bean just to change the scenery
Hold on, we get that the hard way
Flipping all the packs, break
Out the work down, break the hard away
(yeah) ballin' like I'm Hardaway (yeah)
Jacket be Moncler I choose to wear
Watch what your daughter say
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't be no bitch, I catch you slipping
Then it's bombs away (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby
I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really
Got her face down we about to phase out
I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches
(Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low
And probably God could be your witness
(Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it
Ride around in that two door tinted