[Intro: Wonder]
Welcome to another episode of "Wonders of the World Wide Web!"
In this episode, we're going to talk about SoundCloud!
Mathias
Um, ayy
[Verse 1: Wonder]
I said these pussies keep talkin', I'ma put 'em in a coffin
If your auntie roll up to the crib, I just might put my c*ck in
I said, I keep the melatonin on my hip
I need some shiny sh*t under my lip
iMessage games got her throwin' a fit
I stay eatin' that puthy, sh*t give me a lisp
[Chorus: Wonder]
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*tch
You is a trick, b*tch
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my di*k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*tch
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*tch
You is a trick, b*tch
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my di*k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*tch
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm (Ayy, yuh)
[Verse 2: Wonder]
Who want the smoke? b*tch, that sh*t is in your dreams
And I do not f*ck with hoes if they is not sendin' memes
Get your ass on CS:GO, b*tch, I do not play no League
And they call me Bakugo how I cry myself to sleep
I said, ayy, full clip, Nerf gun, caught me lackin' and sh*t
And I got silly bands on deck, you'll catch me stackin' a wrist
And I might pull up to your b*tch and give immaculate di*k
b*tch I'll hold on to your weave how I be draggin' a b*tch
Okay, I will not give you the time of the day
These b*tches don't like how I'm makin' them wait
They f*ck with the kid, I be callin' them Drake
I don't catch no bodies, uh, watch it, okay?
[Chorus: Wonder]
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*tch
You is a trick, b*tch
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my di*k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*tch
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
'Cause I'm makin' hits, b*tch
You is a trick, b*tch
I been runnin' sh*t, so why need a Fitbit?
Come on my di*k, you ain't catchin' these fists, b*tch
I tell these pussies I ain't got no rhythm
[Verse 3: Red Boy]
No, that b*tch ain't mine but she still callin' me daddy
Bad-ass b*tch, she Abercrombie, get your b*tches, b*tches want me
Get your chain, it's missin' diamonds, got two b*tches, slip 'n' slidin'
One of one, don't need no army, two Glock twins, just like The Shinin'
Know my name is damn [?]
Yessir, yessir
Call me Red Boy, wildin' like Clifford
If she cute, might pull out my Richard
Then I'm gon' eat the b*tch like dinner
Just f*cked a b*tch, now my di*k taste bitter
Don't f*ck with her if she is a spitter
She hold on my balls like a baseball pitcher
I'm in this b*tch like a Fitbit, yessir