Seen A Shooting Star Nd Wish A Nigga Would

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Yeah! (Yeah) Yeah, Nephew nigga Yeah, uh ([?], on the beat) Yea, yea, yuh! [Verse] I was born in 1994, grew up on the floor, I was four Ran off when they said go to the store, sharing clothes I'm like, "Fuck a bitch", mobbin' with the bros I'm like, baby, I came through, I say, I'm like, "Baby, I don't know" We was blowing on sour diesel, we ain't really fuck with the dro Since a nigga was 13, we was screamin', "Freedom bros!" Can't throw a party, throw a cookout, can't do shit off in my hood Me and my dawgs seen us shoot a star, I wish the nigga would We ain't do no squat, we kickin' doors, dat's how we worked out How the fuck dat nigga robbed Yaku, how dat work out? Eighteen different scripts, dat's in his bitch, nigga, dis a pеrk house Five differеnt bitches pulled up, now it's a pussy house Auntie pulled up before I caught her, dat's my number one I took my bitch off on a date, the gun stole, bitch, I want a gun Designer bags, heroin bags, dis shit hit 1-in-1 My lil' brother, he pulled me to the side, told me he want a gun Money rag wrapped around my neck with 12-12 bags My dawg from Memphis, he pull up, he keep talkin' bout stamp dat Stamp dat, wrap dat, bag dat, and sell dat Dis a big-ass motherfuckin' 40, dis ain't no Kel-Tec [Refrain] I was born in 1994, grew up on the floor, I was four Ran off when they said go to the store, sharing clothes I'm like, "Fuck a bitch", mobbin' with the bros I'm like, baby, I came through, I say, I'm like, "Baby, I don't know" We was blowing on sour diesel, we ain't really fuck with the dro Since a nigga was 13, we was screamin', "Freedom bros!" Can't throw a party, throw a cookout, can't do shit off in my hood Me and my dawgs seen us shoot a star, I wish the nigga would [Outro] (Yeah, wish the nigga would) (Me and my dawgs seen us shoot a star, I wish the nigga would) (Yeah) (Sell it, wrap it, sell it, balance, rob 'em, uhhh I don't know sell it?) (Yeah!)