Make a Wish

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jordan) [Verse 1] 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 niggas Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts Four hollow tips to that nigga back But I ain't gon' speak on that Niggas know we put them guns in the hood Beforе a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood Bеfore a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch [Chorus] 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 nigga's shit I be in that field, I be taking risks Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit Nigga 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 nigga would [Verse 2] Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach Nigga flexing all that bread and I'ma take that All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal Niggas talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App A young nigga, smooth like a nigga should be OG, young nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga with this chopper in his damn nose I know his big brother hella mad Then why you ain't stand up on that business, nigga? These niggas really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it Get that nigga get back, you still gon' get clapped You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped They know I roll that nigga every day up in the tree Two bands for a body, I'ma catch him in the streets [Chorus] 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 nigga's shit I be in that field, I be taking risks Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit Nigga 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 nigga would