Lyrics WISH Feat. Kiddo Marv - Denzel Curry , Kiddo Marv
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
using
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
making
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
nutsack
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
using
one-liners
Car
stuck,
came
a
long
way
from
being
a
manager
Glocks
up
with
the
sticks
and
the
clips
looking
like
banana-na
Never
pay
for
pussy,
these
bitches
ain't
getting
nothing
My
name
alone
gon′
make
me
press
on
your
hoe
like
a
button
In
my
city
riding
vert
to
Uzi,
Lil
Uzi
Vert
Every
week
another
funeral,
only
time
we
go
to
church
Running
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
hurting
Sliding
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
using
one-liners
1 CAROLMART Feat. Ice Billion Berg
2 YOO
3 BUSHY B INTERLUDE
4 SPEEDBOAT
5 AUTOMATIC
6 BIRDZ Feat. Rick Ross
7 WISH Feat. Kiddo Marv
8 RICKY
9 ZUU
10 SHAKE 88 Feat. Sam Sneak
11 BLACKLAND 66.6
12 P.A.T. Feat. PlayThatBoiZay
13 RICKY
14 WISH Feat. Kiddo Marv
15 BIRDZ Feat. Rick Ross
16 AUTOMATIC
17 SPEEDBOAT
18 BUSHY B INTERLUDE
19 CAROLMART Feat. Ice Billion Berg
20 SHAKE 88 Feat. Sam Sneak
21 BLACKLAND 66.6
22 P.A.T. Feat. PlayThatBoiZay
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