Your Stepdad, Vellydagoat, ​cosznmo - ​i really wonder lyrics

(It's little, It's girl)
(HBK, Wake up)
Ayy, look

I really wonder if I'm finna be with
This bitch or kill this bitch
Somebody, look in my soul
I don't even know what the fuck
I feel for this bitch (Ayy)
Brodie said fuck it and leave her, but
I couldn't fuck her and leave her, no
Spiritual bitch tryna nail like
Jesus, worshipping me, she believe in folks
(Go, go, go, ayy)
Bitch threw the box like eBay
Add your friend to the vibe like three-way
(Three) bitch, stay in your lane like E-way
Two birds on my stone like B day

And I'm like, "Shake that, shake that
Shake that shit"
Lil' ma', don't break that shit
Call me Velly Cakerman, I'm 'bout
To break this bitch, yeah
I got a whole lot of ones, whole lot of
Whole lot of ones for the girl in the front
She really dropping that ass, shaking
It out of control, i know she’ll stunt
He tryna play with the gang, Drac'
Got a kick in this bitch
It just like a punt
She thinking she good with the game, she
Tryna come play with a nigga
I know what you want
You send out a hit if you dumb, I
Bet he get turned to a pack
He smelling like Runtz (Get him)
Lil' ma', I'm just here for the night, I
Get in, I hit, and I dip
That's part of my run
(This that, this that, this
That, We love you, coz)

Left to the right, I'ma shake that shit
Shorty back, gon' break that shit
Swipe for the funds, know I take that shit
Catch a opp, we gon', uh (Damn)
Told lil' bro, "yeah
We gon' keep a clique"
Miami with game, we just met on a mission
Got her begging for D like the Pistons
Lil' bitch tryna fuck, know
I ain't into kissing, like
Fuck college, I ain't paying tuition
Tired of niggas that's sneaking and dissing
Nigga stay with a rod like we fishing
Dropped off my mom and he
Stayed on the dishing
Nigga, we get it rockin' in Jersey
Do him like Steph, hit his back with a 30
Lil' lay', yeah, she tryna get flirty
Can't fuck with no bop, no treesha
You heard me?
I'm with Doowop, the function be rocking
Tens in the telly
Band down from the Stockton
Serving za', my, no boxing
If he ask where the Glock, nigga
Ain't in the box-in
That means I'm uppin' that shit
Shorty a baddie, I'm fucking that shit
Why the opps still ducking that shit?
Me, Velly, Wop and we clubbing and shit
Like, lil' bro hit a rock-rock, damn
I'ma catch me a opp, aw, man
Up the Glock and go, "Pop-pop" damn
Off the za', yeah, this shit got me deady
Shorty got WAP, then I'm throwing her fetty
Like, feel like Kay-Kay
These niggas not ready
Get him smoked, nigga blockfood
He ain't coming bready, gang