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