WISH

Hes heating up
Oh damn
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
And I keep a Glock, nah, its a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
She gon bust it open for a ***** in designer
Thats gon be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the ***** thats gon probably wine and dine her
Ima take her home only usin one-liners
Pull up in an alligator truck excursion
Bad *** ** on the side of me, half Persian
I dont gotta call, but I got call service
So many chains, make a, ooh, feel nervous
Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua
Put her on the team cause we both makin dollars
Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
If she was a bop, I would hit, then I drop her
Hang with the bros cause you know blood thicker
I miss my vro, so we pour more liquor
And you dont want smoke, you dont want no Swisher
Cause you dont want war with a South Florida *****
Miami-Dade on my ************* back
Im Polod down to the socks to the n*****k
Its RIP X and RIP Tree
Ima do it for my dawg, this for all of my Gs
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
And I keep a Glock, nah, its a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
She gon bust it open for a ***** in designer
Thats gon be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the ***** thats gon probably wine and dine her
Ima take her home only usin one-liners
Car stuck, came a long way from bein a manager
Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin like banana-na
Never pay for *****, these b*****s aint gettin nothin
My name alone gon make me press on your ho like a button
In my city ridin vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert
Every week another funeral, only time we go to church
Runnin all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
Quick to cut a ***** ***** up just like a surgeon
Ima need a Perky cause a young * **** be hurtin
Slidin like a Taliban with a turban
Pull up all black in a suburban
Cause he aint die, so we gotta slide back my grill
Pay my young *** ** to get you whacked for five figures
They gon rip him, flip him, cut his ass up
Put him in a box, and ship him, yup
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth , woah there
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
And I keep a Glock, nah, its a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
She gon bust it open for a ***** in designer
Thats gon be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the ***** thats gon probably wine and dine her
Ima take her home only usin one-liners