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Make a Wish

YBN Nahmir
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(Jordan) I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser Lookin' for my victim, feelin' paranoid 'cause the reaper callin' I can tell all he seen was black When this five-double-O hit him from Close range, I had him fallin' back Go with your move and you gon' see I'm still diggin' up all these hoes, my House startin' to stink from my dead enemies I take a sip and then I ride AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you cryin' for weeks They know I'm all about that 187 Hit the lights at three o'clock 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, Fay was choppin' your hood Before a nigga had some money, I was knockin' your bitch Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shootin' that bitch Everybody hide when we slide I got some demons on my soul, those angels talkin' when I ride Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga shit I be in that field, I be takin' risks Ayy, I be in that field, I be takin' shit Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid Bitch, you shouldn't fuck with the bossest bitch All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would Pistol, AR up in a Maybach Nigga flexin' all that bread and I'ma take that All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal Niggas talkin' pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App A young nigga smooth like a nigga should be OG, young nigga, but I'm stackin' 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 .223's hit a young nigga whip He dead and you cannot 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 layin' in your grass It ain't no whip that we don't know They get to runnin' 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 Say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped They know I roll that nigga every day up in a 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, those angels talkin' when I ride Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga shit I be in that field, I be takin' risks Ayy, I be in that field, I be takin' shit Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid Bitch, you shouldn't fuck with the bossest bitch All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would