Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mag1k
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Marbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ishonthebeat
Producer
Lyrics
Wild WIld West
Verse
20s & 50s & 100s we came up from nothing young **** might run through yo house!
Js was swinging da door no catching me lacking I gotta few straps in da couch.
Shit can get popping like Wild Wild West, you really gone die bout some clout!
She say ima dog like now wow that baby, I bet that lil p*ssy get wet.
Having baguettes, ride with the Tec, know ima die bout respect, send me the pack, I tripled up , I made a 20 off that!
Momma wasn’t raising no scrub, hell nawl ain showing no love.
I got the stick In the back, hell nawl they don’t want em pull up.
You know we count up the racks
I got some cuts on my thumbs
I bet she gone fuck fah the money, I shoot at these duck like I’m hunting!
I’m in Raq witta sack in the back of a Lac like I’m do or die.
I got some wolves in the pack the gone pull up like they seen the moon light.
Shoota a bullseye, I brought the jewels out
I had to cool down, look how we move now.
I got the juice like I’m Bishop, shoot at the ****’s dismiss em!
Having some rifles and missiles, I heard he got bags like Christmas!
[HOOK]
Rags to riches left my old h*e got a badder b*tch
I stay on some savage sh*t
I remember we wasn’t having sh*t
We went rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (let’s go)
Rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (let’s go)
[VERSE]
All of that talk you gotta stand on it
young **** might put them bands on yah
Ain tryna out my hands on yah
Ima spray like a tan on yah
Smacking shit pulling scams on em
BOA free bands on em
Exotic depths gotta bad odor
We had to kill what we eat birch’s ima beast yeah ima dog dog dog
These ****’s gone end up deceased f****cking with me, please don’t call my phone.
I was talking to my **** H I told em that we gone get it.
Know I’m this syndicate shit you know that Curtis my ****.
Long long way from home ain seen em in a minute, talk to momma I’m replenished
I been keep ammunition, I miss my brother reminiscing
Hot in the pocket, what you gone do for them dollars, you know I finessed it.
I was outside tryna get momma sorry ain got time to be doing no dishes.
Look at these diamonds they hitting
Rolley it’s matching the pendant
15 on the Cuban just to say that I did it
Shaking them ass and them titties ion care that she paid for em
I had to bring out the wraith for em
I’m in a place it ain’t safe for em.
[HOOK]
Rags to riches left my old h*e got a badder b*tch
I stay on some savage shit
I remember we wasn’t having sh*t
We went rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (let’s go)
Rags to riches (woah)
Rags to riches (let’s go)
Written by: Thomas Marbury


