Make A Wish

[Intro]
(Jordan)
[Verse 1]
I said, '**** it', I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon see
Im still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know Im all about that 187
Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on niggas
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back
But I aint gon speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Beforе a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Bеfore a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch
[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, theres angels talking when I ride
Dont make them killers pop up and hit a niggas shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, Ima kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldnt have ****ed with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
[Verse 2]
Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach
Nigga flexing all that bread and Ima take that
All my opps dead, I got em smacked off a PayPal
Niggas talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App
A young nigga, smooth like a nigga should be
OG, young nigga but Im stacking blue cheese
I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
But whole time, they aint on shit
Cause when them .223s hit a young nigga whip
He dead and you can not bring him back
Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
I aint no bitch cause Ima take that risk
I dont **** with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip
Ill have them shooters laying in your grass
It aint no whip that we dont know
They get to running when I bounce out with that four-four
I hit that nigga with this chopper in his damn nose
I know his big brother hella mad
Then why you aint stand up on that business, nigga?
These niggas really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it
Get that nigga get back, you still gon get clapped
You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon get clapped
They know I roll that nigga every day up in the tree
Two bands for a body, Ima catch him in the streets
[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, theres angels talking when I ride
Dont make them killers pop up and hit a niggas shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, Ima kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldnt have ****ed with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would