Wonderland Drifta Lyrics

Man, I promise

(I'm just a wonderland drifter)

It's not what you think

(Just a wonderland drifter)

You never met a nigga like me

(Nah)

Highly recommend you sike me

(On God)

Give me ticket, just cite me

(Please)

See me on sight, nigga fight me

(What's up?)

I can feel it in the air

See me, better book because I just do not play fair

For real, I take it there

Like, for real I just don't care

Like, I mean this shit, for real

I'm being fucking sincere

Like, I'm used to goin' up against the grain

Clip a nigga head back until I see his fuckin' brain

Split your bitch wig because she had something to say

They stay together till the end

Yeah, holy matrimony

You throw shade, you get the fade

While your bitch might get the grey

I hope she knows I'm not Christian

So there's no pleasure, just pain

I put her up on that T thing

I will not buy you a drink

Now she S-P-R-U-N

Nigga this a G thing

(She's sprung)

Pop a bar and tend to her

And now you can't believe it, man

I tore it up then poured it out

You know I aim right for the brain

Woops, sorry 'bout my bad aim

Aimed for the brain and got the foot

Damn, I guess that means I'm Tory Lanez

Give me my pinky back bitch

Before I snap your fingers

You can tell your nigga here's a tip

Don't love a fuckin' stripper

Now, two-step out the door

Bitch done drank up all my liquor

It wasn't me, she did it by herself

Here go your angel back

You must've missed her

You better watch your back before you run into a killer

If I didn't smoke the Marley, would've shot a nigga

Hear this track, you better bolt, unless you is insane

Run faster, faster, Rastafari, with his game

(Bomboclaat, boy)

I'm just a wonderland drifter

Off the head with this shit

I work with what I have

I'm pullin' all the tricks up out my bag

You think it can't be that bad, but bro, fuck

You don't know the half

Y'all just think I want attention, nigga?

What the fuck I'm reachin' for?

My family good is all I'm fiendin' for

Like I spill my pain for no reason?

Swear to god I'm just so different

Return of the Mac, light skinned, Mac Miller, rappin' nigga

(Oh, come on)

Kids booted out my life

Baby mama's with the drama

Chill

Y'all fuckin' up y'alls chances of fuckin' up the commas

Futurama, I'm a future rhymer

Wonderland

What y'all really want from a nigga?

(Oh, come on)

I need to see my kids, bro

See my kids, and not in a fuckin' picture

They just gettin' bigger

(Oh, come on)

How you figure they gonna take the news that their daddy is completely out the picture?

(Oh, come on)

I'm just a wonderland drifter

(Oh, come on)