WISH (feat. Kiddo Marv)

He's 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, it's a Glock .40 Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her I'ma take her home only using one-liners Pull up in an alligator truck excursion Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian I don't 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 making 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 don't want smoke You don't want no Swisher 'Cause you don't want war with a South Florida nigga Miami-Dade on my motherfucking back I'm Polo'd down to the socks, to the nutsack It's RIP X and RIP Tree I'ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G's 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, it's a Glock .40 Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her I'ma take her home only using one-liners Car stuck, came a long way from being a manager Glocks up with the sticks and the clips looking like banana-na Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain't getting nothing My name alone gon' make me press on your hoe like a button In my city riding vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert Every week another funeral, only time we go to church Running 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 pussy nigga up just like a surgeon I'ma need a Perky 'cause a young nigga be hurting Sliding like a Taliban with a turban Pull up all black in a suburban 'Cause he ain't die, so we gotta slide back my grill Pay my young nigga 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, it's a Glock .40 Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her You might be the nigga that's gon' probably wine and dine her I'ma take her home only using one-liners