​i really wonder lyrics

[Intro: Your Stepdad]
(It's little [?])
(It's [?] girl)
(HBK)
(Wake up, [?])
Ayy, look

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
I really wonder if I'm finna be with this b*tch or kill this b*tch
Somebody, look in my soul, I don't even know what the f*ck I feel for this b*tch (Ayy)
Brodie said f*ck it and leave her, but I couldn't f*ck her and leave her, no
Spiritual b*tch tryna nail like Jesus, worshipping me, she believe in folks (Go, go, go, ayy)
b*tch threw the box like eBay
Add your friend to the vibe like three-way (Three)
b*tch, stay in your lane like E-way
Two birds on my stone like B-day

[Verse 2: Vellydagoat & Cosznmo]
And I'm like, "Shake that, shake that, shake that sh*t"
Lil' ma', don't break that sh*t
Call me Velly Cakerman, I'm 'bout to break this b*tch, yeah
I got a whole lot of ones, whole lot of, whole lot of ones for the girl in the front
She really dropping that ass, shaking it out of control, I know she’ll stunt
He tryna play with the gang, Drac' got a kick in this b*tch, it just like a punt
She thinking she good with the game, she tryna come play with a n*gga, I know what you want
You send out a hit if you dumb, I bet he get turned to a pack, he smelling like Runtz (Get him)
Lil' ma', I'm just here for the night, I get in, I hit, and I dip, that's part of my run (This that, this that, this that) (We love you, Coz)
[Verse 3: Cosznmo]
Left to the right, I'ma shake that sh*t
Shorty back, gon' break that sh*t
Swipe for the funds, know I take that sh*t
Catch a opp, we gon', uh— (Damn)
Told lil' bro, "Yeah, we gon' keep a clique"
Miami with game, we just met on a mission
Got her begging for D like the Pistons
Lil' b*tch tryna f*ck, know I ain't into kissing, like
f*ck college, I ain't paying tuition
Tired of n*ggas that's sneaking and dissing
n*gga stay with a rod like we fishing
Dropped off my mom and he stayed on the dishing
n*gga, we get it rockin' in Jersey
Do him like Steph, hit his back with a .30
Lil' lay', yeah, she tryna get flirty
Can't f*ck with no bop, no treesha, you heard me?
I'm with Doowop, the function be rocking
Tens in the telly, band down from the Stockton
Serving za', my [?], no boxing
If he ask where the Glock, n*gga, ain't in the box-in
That means I'm uppin' that sh*t
Shorty a baddie, I'm f*cking that sh*t
Why the opps still ducking that sh*t?
Me, Velly, Wop and we clubbing and sh*t
Like, lil' bro hit a rock-rock, damn
I'ma catch me a opp, aw, man
Up the Glock and go, "Pop-pop," damn
Off the za', yeah, this sh*t got me deady
Shorty got WAP, then I'm throwing her fetty
Like, feel like Kay-Kay, these n*ggas not ready
Get him smoked, n*gga blockfood, he ain't coming bready, gang