WISH U BEST ft. Desire Lyrics

Turn me up

Yeah

I got problems so I run a

Yeah, huh

I got problems so I run away

Problems so I run away

All these problems, had to look away

They like how you doing? Bitch I'm straight

I sit in my thoughts, tryna go escape

I'm tryna stop smokin' on these vapes

But it's too late

Can't stop, and I won't

In the back of my muffuckin' beam, and she gimme dome

I'm tryna right my wrongs

I just be feeling alone

This is a personal song

I love when she moan

She loving my song

Paparazzi in my zone

Bitch bark like a bone

Bullets going long

They got a mind of they own

I wish you the best

And never the worst

I know you hear by my words

Damn, I'm sippin' on syrup

I know that you hear the slur

Diamonds they hitting, they fighting, dancing

Got the camera having blurs

When you woke up see who missed you

Baby don't fuck up the rhythm

You ain't sucking on dick I dismiss you

Lil bro went and got him a pistol

It got that clip filled up with missiles

We got them twin Glocks, call 'em sisters

Them 30 rods finna pierce you

If it wasn't for me, where would you be

I'm smokin' my weed, sippin' on lean

She bad as can be, she still be shopping from Shein

I'm up in LV, you see me living my dream

Yeah, you see me doing big things

I'm in the stu with Desire, still got these racks in my jeans

Broke that lil bitch heart, I know my love what she fiend

Yeah, and please don't run up on me

Please don't do it

Yeah, we gone kill 'em

If it's a problem, bitch we gon' spill 'em

Hop out the coupe, walk that boy down and grill 'em

Twelve gon' vacuum seal 'em

Been thinking 'bout copping a Cartier

Pop out with a Benz, know they all gon' hate

We still getting money, they can't relate

Just tell 'em it's okay

It's okay

Just tell 'em it's all good

Money in the hood if you pull up to my hood

And yeah bitch I'm rude

Run up on me wrong then you gon' catch this broom

I like breaking bitches hearts

Bitches want my car

Bitches can't pull a card

Sliding brand new car

Yeah nigga going far

Don't know who the fuck you are

Don't know who the fuck you are

Damn nigga who the fuck you are

Running up these bands

I don't even, ugh ugh

I don't even, ugh ugh ugh

Choppa on me, ugh ugh

Imma let it go, ugh ugh

Yeah, run up on me, ugh ugh