WISH

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 usin' 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 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 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 nut sack

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 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 pussy, these bitches ain't 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 pussy nigga up just like a surgeon

I'ma need a Perky 'cause a young nigga be hurtin'

Slidin' 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 usin' one-liners