Wishing Well Lyrics

I feel great

This shit hitting right now

Hitting right now

Hitting right now

I can't see, step out the door, I got carti my body

Rope on boots on suicide doors got me feelin' like I'm dyin

Lil bruh, he push up on me, Ak catching a body

No I cannot do none' about it, think about it and I got it

Roll up a body and get your lungs hit

Set some up, you wanna do some about it

Lil bruh push up on me selling shit 43 glock get yo melon hit uh huh

Turn up with me and the ceiling fell, I got my thoughts out the wishing well

Drippin' that sauce like the bechemel 5 star, reppin' its michelin

Fucked up in the headspace

Imma stay ahead in the bread race huh

Glock forty, make a dead space

Forty-three slide, slide with a briefcase

Uppin that leg race, now he a dead case

If you don't know, you gon' know by the end of the decade

I hit that bih from the back, and I'm touchin' her backend

That's why I can not trust a new hoe not these days

Break a new pack I been havin lil me days

No, I can't go off what he say, she say

Bitch, it all black, now I see what the tea say

All black hummer not a lease say

All black, hunters in jeans aye

Uh, uh, I text twin be safe

Cause we gon' crash out about it

Dogshit my pocket that potty

I might spaz out with a shotty

I cannot fuck with no twelve, nah, I cannot fuck with no thottie

But fuckin' these thotties, my body

I love it when she do sloppy

Fly ahh shit just like Aladdin

Stick him up down like he it Madden

Turn up, turn up inside of my show

You just a couldve been hadda been

Uh, uh, I keep my Glock in the cabinet

Bad bitch, she want me, she addin' me

Big old titties like Anime I think that bitch she a fan of me

I can't see, step out the door, I got carti my body

Rope on boots on suicide doors got me feelin' like I'm dyin

Lil bruh, he push up on me, Ak catching a body

No I cannot do none' about it, think about it and I got it

Roll up a body and get your lungs hit

Set some up, you wanna do some about it

Lil bruh push up on me selling shit 43 glock get yo melon hit uh huh

Turn up with me and the ceiling fell, I got my thoughts out the wishing well

Drippin' that sauce like the bechemel 5 star, reppin' its michelin