Should i? Could i? ft. Freddie2timez Lyrics

Yeah, should I? Could I? Fuck a bitch, would I

She say she wanna fuck wolfacola

Get drunk, then we fuck in the bola

Call the clip, keep it drop, call it, would I

Spin back in the truck, call me the shooter

Big, big bills, yeah, you know we the pusher

Just spent 10k on the jeweler

Too much moolah, put the ice in the cooler

We drop it sooner, just dropped a diss

On a bitch that smell like tuna

Flow be crazy, I'm bragging, bro, when I hash, she lagging

Just like Nash, that bitch, I'm passing

We take care with passion

Messin' again, get some traction

Just fuck a bitch for my fashion

Broke that back and beat, Mason in madden

She want three wishes, just like aladdin

And that bitch, I'm bagging

Later that night, I'm tappin'

She wanna fuck on the boy, cause he rappin

No one was there when i was up trappin'

Wolfacola out here, there is no reaction

Money still comin', that shit is a magnet

Fucked on your mama, now she wears a static

Spent some of the D, yeah, she was an addict

Wolfacola steppin' with weapons, it's tragic

On-site, automatic, that shit, what's the matter

Yeah, yeah, should I, could I

turnin every bitches heart colder

She askin' me, who the fuck I'm fuckin' on

I say, bitch, you fuckin' me, I'm wolfacola

We showin' out in Maine

Reppin' diamonds and gold and chains

Almost time that my heartbeat fades away

Pray to God on every single day

On the road, yeah, fortune to fame

Wrote a diss on that bitch the other day

Cause she wanted to be my bae

Now I'm livin' good, times and we straight

Fuck, but I gotta bring the same energy

watch it

Like my name is Freddy

Hop on a B and bitch, I'm highly ready

Niggas talk crazy, podcast and they belly

Fuck nigga, pissed off, talkin' R. Kelly

That match up is shredded, nigga, like confetti

Niggas be green as fuck, not talkin' jelly

Niggas sleepin' on us, need a teddy

Bitch, only your bitch in my bed, T

Fuck, but I gotta bunk bed

Climbin' up the runs and then we had fun sad

Hittin' my head off the ceiling

Like, fuck, I do not like this feelin

This was a joke, a film, I'm kiddin

I got some hits, let me touch the kiddin

My shooters hit, y'all shooters be missin

The bitch ain't shit, but releasein' the feelin

Should I, could I, fuck a bitch, would I

She say she wanna fuck wolfacola

Get drunk, then we fuck in the bola

Call the clip, keep it top, call it fulla

Lemme just rap with a rythym you ain't heard

Lil durk, i'm mma man of my word

Saw a opp at the top of the block

Strapped with a .45 safety on lock

hit the boy 12 times buddy was shocked

Hit her with the right dime, hit her with the bop

Seen her in a bad situation, had to put her to a stop

She about to give me top

Seen her in a bad situation

Now she's searchin' for a sanction

She got cheated on again

Now she stays with the man

Why all of this confusion

We stayin' steady hoopin

Slide right through

Wish to make the wrong move

Should I, could I, fuck a bitch, would I

She say she wanna fuck wolfacola

Get drunk, then we fuck in the bola

Call the clip, keep it top, call it fulla

Should I, could I, fuck a bitch, would I

She say she wanna fuck wolfacola

Get drunk, then we fuck in the bola

Call the clip, keep it top, call it fulla

Should I, could I, fuck a bitch, would I

She say she wanna fuck, wolfacola

Get drunk, then we fuck in the bola

Call the clip, keep it top, call it fulla