Wishlist Lyrics

Pistol dripping with the sauce

Pistol dripping with the sauce

Pistol dripping with the sauce

Hollows loaded in my Glock

Give a fuck what you talk

Bitch I'm still on my block

I pray to god for golden chains and diamond rings

I want a platinum plaque with my fucking name on it

I want a Cadillac with some candy paint on it

I want like of all of that, anything that I can get

I'm wishing for the money and the riches, after that

I'm dreaming of the day I tell my mom "Don't stress 'bout that"

I'm wishing for my records to be something just "Like That"

Without the fucking dissing, all I wanna do is rap

They calling me a 60 overall, but check my stats

I bet you I got triple doubles and probably one pass

Cause I don't do no fucking passes, no I ain't Steve Nash

Cause they'd didn't throw me fucking passes, ain't no quarterback

You would think I'm fucking Jewish how I'm puffing on this gas

My last oxy, like goddamn, I insufflated my whole stash

And that bitch she said she loved me and then cheated just like that

Who am I kidding? I done did it to her when I was on xans

Everything I say is facts

She blocked me on her main, but still be stalking on her spam

She broke the fucking chain, expected me to link it back

She tried to get me stained, but I knew how to wash all that

And bitch

Call me a UAV, put myself on your radar

These ain't true religions, these is fucking Levi's

And now she hit me up like "Kick it?" I ain't Neymar

And bitch I hope I hit my target like a bullseye

Asking Saiph where is the beer, pass a highlife

Bitch I keep on smoking spinach, you would think they call me Popeye

Telling Zay don't start the pills, or you won't feel right

Said he want a xan and then a perk, they gone take over your life

Gotta tell myself to calm down, someone might die

Bitch my ego is inflated cause I'm that guy

Told my mother give a fuck if you like my life

She said she is disappointed how I turned out

Ay bitch, they call me clouds

Like you already knew that, bitch you know about my crowd

Hundos motherfucking records, and I say that shit so proud

Bitch I'm still gonna grow like I'm a motherfucking sprout

Finished my cup, now it is a codeine drought

Can't come inside my fortress, you would think they call me scout

This molly got me up, but all these perks is what I down

I lost my sanity but not before I lost myself

Call me a German the way I'm gassing up this room

It's like a sermon, got attention from the whole room

I'm just like Herman, the way I'm sniffing all this white

But I don't do cocaine, it get me paranoid all night

I'm feeling dirty, I can't wash this pain away

I'm popping Serys, til I sleep my thoughts away

I made this money, what the fuck else do I gain?

Like fuck respect when who respects me is so fucking lame

Shoutout Tony, and it's shoutout fucking Saiph

Fuck them day ones bitch I'll shoutout fucking Zay

Like shoutout hundos, til the grave, you know the names

If you talking down the homies you might end up in a grave

And you know how that shit goes, we ain't playing fucking games

Bitch you digging your own hole if you keep talking down those names

And my homie on parole, but he won't hesitate to spray

You would think a Seminole the way I'm native to my gang