Wishing Well Lyrics

Lani Worrld, nigga

Oh my God, is that Lowlife?

Playing competition for these hoes, we ain't doing that

How the fuck you let her do you dirty and you still attached?

Any nigga try to test me, they gettin' blew back

My nose poppin' like Pinocchio but I'm talkin' facts

I'm in Somerset with some shoes and a matching cap

With a couple racks, brody with me, so we got the strap

I cut all the snakes, funny, now my pocket full of grass

You can worry bout chasing hoes 'cause I'm 'bouta stack

Shit, I'm high as hell

Baby, let me get your friend, shit, I might as well

I been runnin' fast for them coins, call me Sonic Tails

Get up off you mothafuckin' ass, boy, you like to fail

Hoes really fronting like they ballin' but they broke as hell

I've been going hard since my brody got sent to jail

She wish that I was loyal, so I sent her to a wishing well

I'm a sweet talker but I only tell her fairytales

I don't really show and tell (Bitch)

Huh, swear these hoes don't understand me

Told her sit yo goofy ass down if you can't stand me

Unky pulled up in a scat, all the way Ypsilanti

You the the type to hate for no reason, you a fan to me

Freak hoe

Give her back to streets, that's the cheat code

I make it easy when I ball, like a free throw

No you can't stop MaKalani when he is beast mode

Yes, I feel the fake up in the air like Beanie Segual

She can ride the dick, give her a pink slip

I get to beatin' on my chest on some ape shit

'Lotta hate but I shake it off, call me Tay Swift

Swear that I'm a beast, you can't stop me when the flame lit

Drippin' like the birds, now I'm looking for a Gsix

Happy that I got my bands up, but it ain't strips

Gotta trust a snake to be a snake, so I can't trip

Gotta keep my ten toes down like I can't slip

Shake that ass for me

Baby, bounce on this dick like you mad or something

My bitch got a pretty face, but her ass jumpin'

Pussy nigga know he wasn't on shit, send his ass runnin'

All these paper cuts on my hands 'cause I'm cash thumbing

You tryna cuff a bitch that's ran through? Man yo ass buggin'

I'll let the beef escalate, I ain't scared of nothing

I don't wanna hear nobody talk 'less it's 'bout some money

Stone Cold, bitch, I'm stunnin' (Bitch)

Ain't on the bench or the bleachers, bitch, I'm in the game

Got me feelin' like I'm Jigga by the way she say my name

They talkin' like you just a basic bitch, you my Mary Jane

Feel like Big Meech with the cash, you can't stop the rain

You a crash dummy for your bros, what you tryna gain?

See you twisting fingers out in public, who you tryna claim?

Niggas movin' iffy, it's just something I can't entertain

Anybody saying fuck Lani, shit, I feel the same