Make A Wish — YBN Nahmir

(Jordan...)

I said, "f**k 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 b**ches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that b**ch

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 sh*t
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking sh*t
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
b**ch, you shouldn't have f**ked with the bossest b**ch
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 sh*t
'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 b**ch 'cause I'ma take that risk
I don't f**k 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 b**ches, swear to God, I can feel it
Get that nigga get back, you still gon' get clapped
You say that one more time, b**ch, 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 sh*t
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking sh*t
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
b**ch, you shouldn't have f**ked with the bossest b**ch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would