Suffer

Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Gang, aye Out west 290 shit, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mob sticked, bitch I hit the mall, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, I just buy it all Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain't got it all Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol John wall bitch I shoot but i dont play no basketball Coulda-shoulda-woulda, but you didn't Double G my Gucci shirt is linen I put Forgiatos on a Bentley Windows tinted they can't see who in it I ain't been broke in a minute They ain't sold dope in a minute Back in the day I sold plenty Cause minimum wage wasn't gon' get it We gang bang nigga rep yo set wtf you claim Thick bitch tattoo on her ass yea that be my name Talk shit I'mma get you changed for a piece of change Walking lick silence on the stick you won't hear a thing Sold dope from my granma house 'cause I'mma hustler You might get a discount if you a customer Yeah I think you's a rat nigga, you hang with bustas This bitch say she in love with me but I dont trust her I pulled up I'm in a tesla the color mustard You police you trynna cuff her, I'm trynna fuck her She calling me I blocked her number I'm tryna duck her Leave niggas with the shitty face I make em suffer Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers You in a turtle race I got a quicker pace I'm getting bigger cake Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should I eat today Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think it's easter day I just bought my shooter rugers Fuck her send her in a uber I'mma winner yous a loser fuck the teacher and a tutor The feds watch my stash house I gotta watch how I maneuver You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger They find you with yo ass out now you smelling like manure I picked up my shell casings dump them bitches in the sewer We Shot up the family reunion bitch we some party poopers I fucked her and sold her a dream I think I'm Martin Luther You fucked up think you can fuck with me you got me fucked Up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus When I left the strip club I pulled out doing donuts Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts Niggas sneak dissing and don't even know us You say you bout it you gon' have to show us Run off with yo money like janky promoters My car is my baby I roll like a stroller And we pop your top like some strawberry soda These bankrolls on me be so big I can't fold em And we empty Glocks double back and reload 'em I ran out of coke, so that soap what I sold 'em Its so many grams in these blunts I can't roll 'em Got so many bricks on them boats I can't float 'em These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote 'em Won't aim at yo body them caskets we close 'em Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn Skr, skr