Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make A Wish, artist - YBN Nahmir. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make A Wish |
| I said, «Fuck 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 |
| I’m 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 I’m 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 ain’t gon' speak on that |
| Niggas know we put them guns in the hood |
| Before a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood |
| Before a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches |
| Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch |
| Everybody hide when we slide |
| I got some demons on my soul, there’s angels talking when I ride |
| Don’t make them killers pop up and hit a nigga’s 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, I’ma kill his kid |
| Bitch, you shouldn’t have fucked with the bossest bitch |
| All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would |
| Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach |
| Nigga flexing all that bread and I’ma 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 I’m stacking blue cheese |
| I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet |
| But whole time, they ain’t 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 ain’t no bitch 'cause I’ma take that risk |
| I don’t fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip |
| I’ll have them shooters laying in your grass |
| It ain’t no whip that we don’t 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 ain’t 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, I’ma catch him in the streets |
| Everybody hide when we slide |
| I got some demons on my soul, there’s angels talking when I ride |
| Don’t make them killers pop up and hit a nigga’s 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, I’ma kill his kid |
| Bitch, you shouldn’t have fucked with the bossest bitch |
| All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would |