Wish I Knew

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, Hey shootbaby (Hello? Xanman?) I-I wish I knew that, you know what I'm sayin', I wish I knew a lot Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk, Sparkheem) [Verse 1] Rifle got hair and triggers, I just bought her a wig I love what she do when she get in that bed Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead Not a family guy, but my bitch look like Meg Yeah, none of these niggas don't shoot I'm droppin' that shit off MW2 If I get highed up, you can catch me off goop This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot I told you, if this bitch cheat, I'ma kill her This bitch got a mind of it's own like Matilda Fuck I look like buying guns when I build 'em? Hol', grab the Glock right there, I'ma leave him Walk down with that Drac', it's that season Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I'm Ian Put the F in the FN feel like Fajita Cut ties with a bitch like Kanye did Adidas [Verse 2] Yeah, I wish I knew that this Drac' 'bout to hit him I wish you knew that I was talkin' to bitches Twenty-five in the clip, it's like Christmas He tried to cross me but he ain't Christian I'm a fuck nigga, I'm not for GloRilla I take all the shit like a picture I poured a whole six in a pitcher Functional drug addict, I'm addicted Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin' Give me that bitch number, I'ma hit her Feelin' like Walt, nigga, I'm not a simp Fuck nigga got Veneers, we knock out them dentures Nigga, what's up with all that tippin'? Catch him down bad, he shittin' his britches None of these niggas not trappin' Wipe the blood off my shirt with a Popeyes napkin I ain't totin' no ghost, this manufactured Could've made a move with the .40, what happened? Can't believe what I made off a five dollar mattress I been lookin' for blood like Morbius, Dracula Got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender I ain't saving no bitch, this not Greys Anatomy I pulled out the stick, he like rap battling Too sharp with the gun, I could shoot out a cavity My dawg still selling that Scooby like Daphne Put three in his head like a triple-a battery I wish you knew how I feel, no hope Put his head on the fridge like a suicide note That nigga not shootin', ain't lettin' no stick go Her head was so good that I came in like six strokes Glock 7/11, get killed for a big gulp Look up to Ted Bundy, they call me a sicko Yeah, let's see who spinnin' this shit like a disco Let's see who make niggas duck like limbo High off that Fentanyl, done hit a lamppost I wish these bitches had somethin' to stand for I put a band on his head like Masenko Bitch-ass nigga ain't lettin' no Drac' go