Lyrics Wonder - LPB Poody

Wonder

I got some shit I wanna say so just listen
Erase that shit I got I’m gonna do some real shit
Nah Nah you can keep that
I’m saying how I’m talking how I feel
I’m finna take this shit here too the booth
I got so much shit that been sittin on my mind
Bust down a Cartier I threw some ice on my time
My phone been blowing up they see that I’m doing fine
I ain’t get a call from you and you so they been bangin my line
I ain’t got no worries, Stacy, I got a bag so I’ve been splurgin
Wrapped a new Benz in 5 percent this bitch had came with curtains
Remember back then I was on my dick get 15 for these verses
They doing it for the hype and fame the money my only purpose
I wonder I say I wonder what he doin
I wonder who he fuckin with I wonder who he screwin
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin what I’m doin you gone forever gone be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
How wonder how he feel about his dead dawg he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many Ls but still a boss
Man them niggas played when they shot me
Ain’t wanna talk about it but lately I’ve been feeling cocky
Carver shores baseball team we swangin sticks just like it’s hockey
They heard I got a bag but that don’t mean I gotta drop it
Like tell them boys to stop it
I’ve been down to my lowest I’m finna turn it up a notch I’m scortchin hot
One forever under my Jersey Chris Bosh
I know the opps be lurking just like my wrist they watch
They know where I be at tell em pull up to the spot
They can go head and pull in but they won’t pull out
Like little ceasers, we be ready, the block is hot!
Always say they gone bend, but I know, they not
Don’t give a fuck if we some kin
Cause these sticks is all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in
Cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got?
Give me a round about
Cause these sticks is all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in
Cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got?
Give me a round about
Cause these sticks is all I got
I wonder I say I wonder what he doin
I wonder who he fuckin with I wonder who he screwin
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin what I’m doin you gone forever gone be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
How wonder how he feel about his dead dawg he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many Ls but still a boss
(Down to my lowest in finna turn it up a notch I’m scortchin hot)
…An inmate at Seminole county jail
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What’s up my nigga
What’s up bitch you lucky I caught my phone I was in the damn booth recording
some shit