Wish Em Well

Lyrics

[Verse] (D-D-D-DJ Gren8de) Band gang fuck yo' block up they call cop on us Band gang shoot yo' block up they start blockin' us Empty the thirty clip they talk bout robbin' us Babylife with me, nigga this ain't all of us Glizzy get to singin' like that ho Don Toliver Pop out and start swinging on em they keep trying me Casamigo my bitch gon drink it and she fuck it up, huh They drink the whole bottle, bitches they start throwing up Said he called a blitz on me, boy got me fucked up Bitch I got epiphany if I drink this double cup You still in that play Lil pussy you needa hustle up Take ya whole gang down, nigga, like a juggernaut My bit' keep on asking me if I'm gon' jug or not Shotgun and that kelly when I trip back at sumo spot Put that fye on that nigga told thirty he hot Stunna you hot, like a Crockpot Shooting at fuck niggas like a joc Go 'head shoot a fuck nigga like why not B shinе like a star, shoot em like im lock Imma fuck that bit' latеr, finger fuck this Glock Put a switch on the bitch, and a crop top No aluminum top, this some real wok Shell catcher on the stick, took off that boy socks Huh, just bought a brand new fye, nigga, fuck I look like fighting? Zip up these jungle runtz, bitch I'm gliding Took that boy through the swamp, the whoas done think he tried it Wet that boy just like Aquaman without no trident Suppressed on that pistol nigga this hit silent I pop all these beanstalk without no giant 12 fucked up my motion, losing all my clients This stick beneficial, nigga, he too little Find out where the nigga stay without no riddles Made a deal with a Mexican who don't like pickles Don't call my cell, nigga, like I'm sickle I was locked in that cell, nigga, for a little Different color clips, Shit fruity like pebbles You better wish 'em well, this choppa don't drizzle Choppa hit stick a nigga Choppa hit stick a fuck nigga, get 'em 7-6 'til I die give a fuck if they feel it Mob shit, pussy you better feel it Rob shit, leave that nigga missing Hundred bands for that damn drop, nigga it get wicked If I can knock that nigga off, tell him you gon' miss him Punchin' for real God in my life, nigga I'm just driftin' Come with that mil, partner got no lawyer, promise I'm gon' flip it Corny nigga got no bread, might as well call that boy Jiffy Shoot that diamond back drunk, I'm not drunk, bitch, I'm just tipsy Aim down with that Glock like Lizzy McGuire 15 shots up in it, usually tote that Steyr I'm just finna pop his ass cause I'm not tired When you get locked up, you might wanna jump the barbwire In my head I'm mad as fuck, why the fuck did I just send out the flyer In my head I'm sad as fuck, pistol garner got no iron Gimme yo' Glock, nigga that shit mine Pistol whip the pussy nigga cause he keep lying [Outro] Hm, I broke bread with motherfuckers that done took me off I want head, bitch we in the back come top me off Talkin crazy on the 'gram, nigga this on God we gon' knock you off Bitch you for the team, I only fuck you once cause you made my dick soft Pour up this syrup 'til I can't hear nothin', I'm tryna get rid of this cough Pull up that stick, put that bitch on him, I'm tryna knock em with the Top Golf I need a lil muzzle cause I'm the big dog New pinky ring on me, that shit like Jack Frost (New pinky ring on me that shit like Jack Frost) (New Pinky ring on me that shit like Jack frost)