Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Derek Fisher, artist - Gunna. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Derek Fisher |
| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye |
| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky |
| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide |
| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive |
| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line |
| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin' |
| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride |
| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage |
| Niggas pillow talkin', I can’t barely get the time |
| Aimed for a shot like Coffey, Playboi and VLONE covered my spine |
| Put a M, shit talkin', pull up, spin a whole block and then ride |
| Draco, AR, Glocks and carbon, put in the work for your side |
| Keepin' it real, I just had to realize |
| My colleague, he ain’t tell, he stood up and took the time |
| I got 'em on my trail and I still ain’t in my prime |
| We just tryna live, keep my people out of bind |
| I done kept it solid, this shit always in they mind |
| I done changed the climate, got this fuckin' money flyin' |
| Backwood fulla biscotti, and I heard you smokin' pine |
| Barely see somebody, to that bullshit I went blind |
| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye |
| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky |
| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide |
| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive |
| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line |
| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin' |
| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride |
| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage |
| Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage |
| I got every kinda color car in my garage |
| Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage |
| Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss |
| My lil shooters, they on-point |
| All I do is throw a six |
| We locked in together forever, that shit’s on four wrists |
| Make 'em call me Papa Bear the way I get that porridge |
| Walk inside the club, man, they start stormin' |
| I came in the foreign |
| I can’t stop from goin' in |
| Got too many dogs who’re in the sky, can’t let 'em score again |
| Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again |
| They say we already won, I’m tryna win again, yeah |
| Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye |
| Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky |
| You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide |
| Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive |
| Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross that line |
| Told her I ain’t got no missions, but I know she think I’m lyin' |
| Oh, you can’t beat my vibe, oh, I’m not looking for a ride |
| Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage |