Make A Wish

(Jordan)

I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser

Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling

I could tell all he seen was black

When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back

Go with your move and you gon' see

I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies

I take a sip and then I ride

AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks

They know I'm all about that 187

Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on ****

Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts

Four hollow tips to that **** back

But I ain't gon' speak on that

**** know we put them guns in the hood

Before a **** had some money, fame, was chopping your hood

Before a **** had some money, I was knocking your bitches

Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch

Everybody hide when we slide

I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride

Don't make them killers pop up and hit a ****'s shit

I be in that field, I be taking risks

Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit

**** try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid

Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch

All these chains on my neck, I wish a **** would

Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach

**** flexing all that bread and I'ma take that

All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal

**** talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App

A young ****, smooth like a **** should be

OG, young **** but I'm stacking blue cheese

I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet

But whole time, they ain't on shit

'Cause when them .223s hit a young **** whip

He dead and you can not bring him back

Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad

I ain't no bitch 'cause I'ma take that risk

I don't fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip

I'll have them shooters laying in your grass

It ain't no whip that we don't know

They get to running when I bounce out with that four-four

I hit that **** with this chopper in his damn nose

I know his big brother hella mad

Then why you ain't stand up on that business, ****?

These **** really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it

Get that **** get back, you still gon' get clapped

You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped

They know I roll that **** every day up in the tree

Two bands for a body, I'ma catch him in the streets

Everybody hide when we slide

I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride

Don't make them killers pop up and hit a ****'s shit

I be in that field, I be taking risks

Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit

**** try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid

Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch

All these chains on my neck, I wish a **** would