
The Wire Shordie Shordie (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)
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[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
To my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold the titty like a bra strap with a wire in it
(TayTay made the beat)
[Verse 1: Shordie Shordie]
Keep it real, 'cause I just don't
Do you like [?]
Mistakes is not your fault, talk bad and out of love
Move on like I just didn't need
Get mad at other bitches
What they got and don't got
You know that is not your business
Tell me how you get back what you don't got
And you know you gonna live
If we don't talk to that nigga, then it isn't what it is
Tryna stack as much as I can
I feel like they just want me dead
You don't gotta talk 'bout no smoke
My OGs smoke a lot of cigs
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
Now everything to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold the titty like a bra strap with a wire in it
To my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold the titty like a bra strap with a wire in it
(TayTay made the beat)
[Verse 1: Shordie Shordie]
Keep it real, 'cause I just don't
Do you like [?]
Mistakes is not your fault, talk bad and out of love
Move on like I just didn't need
Get mad at other bitches
What they got and don't got
You know that is not your business
Tell me how you get back what you don't got
And you know you gonna live
If we don't talk to that nigga, then it isn't what it is
Tryna stack as much as I can
I feel like they just want me dead
You don't gotta talk 'bout no smoke
My OGs smoke a lot of cigs
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
Now everything to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold the titty like a bra strap with a wire in it
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