Songtext Where i'm going Wifisfuneral

Where i'm going

(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 (Ooh)
We sip Wock', get nauseous (Ooh)
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 [?][1:40]
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)
We know you not with the shits, 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)
And 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 (Yeeah)
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