Shordie Shordie ft. Rich Homie Quan - The Wire Lyrics

To my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like ridin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
(TayTay made the beat)

Keep it real, 'cause I just don't
Do you like I just won't
Mistakes is not your fault, talk bad and out of love
Move on like I just didn't need you
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 is just 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

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 them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it

Gun on me, I just popped an addy, but I don't feel different
I just flipped a pack from Baltimore, my fingers still itchin'
Three choppers in a Honda, gettin' it, yeah, they still riskin'
Motor in it, I know you hear it, 'cause I drive more than ten in it
Niggas claim they did it 'til they hear me and get inspired
R.I.P. to Marlo, but this that Marlo from The Wire
Me and Shordie jersey in the rafters 'fore we retire
One shot'll get 'em killed, if I die, put it in my will

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 them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it

Savage ain't the word, I just like smokin', gettin' money too
She know I'm a cheater, I'm a cheat her for that money, boo
Jokin' with the team, you crack a smile like you want funny too
She'll leave your ass if I pull up, yeah, right in front of you
Like why you feelin' down when I pull up, when you feel like it
Said you gettin' tired from that junk so that you don't feel like it
Been feelin' the same, so you know what I barely feel like
Told the label if I go, you better have that prayer right

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 them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it

Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, now everything to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like ridin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
Ayy, now everything to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like ridin' with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it