WISHINGWELL
I got some shit I'm holding
Got me carrying some boulder weight
Think I just might go insane
These pussies never know the pain
I smoked up all the cookies
Guess it left me with the Doja brain
Hope it never go away
Kinda like my soda drank
Pop me a lil 30
Shotty left me with some shoulder pain
And left him with a shoulder stain
Like pasta on his shirt displayed
I know a couple crimes
That the feds could never close the case
I also know some niggas lying claim
But never bust a grate
Fuck the jakes
And plus ya gang some rodents look like Chip and Dale
I could flip a whale
I'm throwing P's inside a wishing well
The feens is pulling up
I told my bitch to go and get the scale
I'm looking like I sell
Bro I know, I guess I just fit the bill
I'm honest jack
Lot of corny niggas need stop trynna rap
Trynna go track for track
Swear ya nigga be Nick Cannon whack
Baby stay twin cannon packed
Ya rappers need some Similac
I put my ear to the block and I hear the streets talk
Pussy niggas calling they mother whenever we stalk
The heat drawn
Got these motherfuckers thinking they street smart
They just leach off
Whoever the first to put they team on
Shit I can't speak on
And I been on some shit so I might rob him for some pocket change
But I ain't trynna change
I think I might just pull up on yo block and let the chopper sang
It sound like Mary J
It ain't the shit you walk with when the niggas get start talking cane
I'm talking Mary Kate
And if they ask I'm from the fucking north where the getty stay
Fuck what they trynna say
Got me carrying some boulder weight
Think I just might go insane
These pussies never know the pain
I smoked up all the cookies
Guess it left me with the Doja brain
Hope it never go away
Kinda like my soda drank
Pop me a lil 30
Shotty left me with some shoulder pain
And left him with a shoulder stain
Like pasta on his shirt displayed
I know a couple crimes
That the feds could never close the case
I also know some niggas lying claim
But never bust a grate
Fuck the jakes
And plus ya gang some rodents look like Chip and Dale
I could flip a whale
I'm throwing P's inside a wishing well
The feens is pulling up
I told my bitch to go and get the scale
I'm looking like I sell
Bro I know, I guess I just fit the bill
I'm honest jack
Lot of corny niggas need stop trynna rap
Trynna go track for track
Swear ya nigga be Nick Cannon whack
Baby stay twin cannon packed
Ya rappers need some Similac
I put my ear to the block and I hear the streets talk
Pussy niggas calling they mother whenever we stalk
The heat drawn
Got these motherfuckers thinking they street smart
They just leach off
Whoever the first to put they team on
Shit I can't speak on
And I been on some shit so I might rob him for some pocket change
But I ain't trynna change
I think I might just pull up on yo block and let the chopper sang
It sound like Mary J
It ain't the shit you walk with when the niggas get start talking cane
I'm talking Mary Kate
And if they ask I'm from the fucking north where the getty stay
Fuck what they trynna say
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Writer(s): Captain Brick
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