क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesus Tejada
Songwriter
गाने
Bolt lungs in this bitch, huh
Blrrdd, Pow
Huh
Huh
Pow
Ayee
It's Wishy
I'm locked in
Ayy
They say I'm too blunt with no filter I don't got a Censor
Got what you need, I'm the dispenser
You is not gang, You not a member
Run up on Wishy you gettin' dismembered
Heart cold like the month of December
**** be bitches, they lie on they gender
Really be pussy, We make em remember(Pussy)
Chicken soft, Tender
Play like he Fruity, Get hit with the blender
You want to live, I suggest you surrender
Take off his face, Turn him to slender
**** be sweet like a pack of The Splenda
At the top, N ain't it ain't no contender
Selling it all, But they know I'm a spender
Money, money, money on my agenda
Money, money, money on my agenda
Sleep with that metal on me like I'm Bender
Got XD's, FN's, Berreta's
Big bro used to let me trap out on Venetta
They know I'm connected without the antenna
I stay with the check money ain't the dilemma
Just bought me a choppa, Her name Cinderella
Philanthropist, like Nelson Mandela
Bitch lickin' on me, say I taste like vanilla
I'm banging my chest, feel like a gorilla
I'm making it rain, go grab a umbrella
I'm shittin' on ****, I'm knowing they fed up
I'm knowing they hating the way I develop
Don't run up on Wishy, End up on a stretcher
Don't fuck with Wishy, This chess not checkers
These **** be broke, they really be beggars
These **** be broke, they really be beggars
You know I'm finna' talk my shit
I'm locked in, you know what the fuck poppin
It's fucking Wishy, I'm in here by myself
You know, you know how that shit go
Nah, I ain't really by myself
I'm with a Glock, you feel me, I ain't
They say I'm too blunt with no filter I don't got a Censor
Got what you need, I'm the dispenser
You is not gang, You not a member
Run up on Wishy you gettin' dismembered
Heart cold like the month of December
**** be bitches, they lie on they gender
Really be pussy, We make em remember(Pussy)
Chicken soft
They say I'm too blunt with no filter I don't got a Censor
Got what you need, I'm the dispenser
You is not gang, You not a member
Run up on Wishy you gettin' dismembered
Heart cold like the month of December
**** be bitches, they lie on they gender
Really be pussy We make em remember(Pussy)
Chicken soft, Tender
**** be bitches, they lie on they gender
Really be pussy, we make em remember (Pussy)
Blunt with no filter, I don't got a censor
Got what you need, I'm the dispenser
Written by: Jesus Tejada

