WISH (Explicit) - Denzel Curry/Kiddo Marv

Lyrics by：Denzel Curry/Marvin Beauville

Composed by：Denzel Curry/Marvin Beauville

Dreads to the top gold in my mouth woah there

Hoes by the flock no let me stop woah there

And I keep a Glock nah it's a Glock 40

Hands on a knot hands on your back woah there

She gon' bust it open for a n***a in designer

That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her

You might be the n***a that's gon' probably wine and dine her

I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

Pull up in an alligator truck excursion

Bad b***h on the side of me half Persian

I don't gotta call but I got call service

So many chains make a ooh feel nervous

Wait I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua

Put her on the team 'cause we both makin' dollars

Hit her with the stroke get her wet like aqua

If she was a bop I would hit then I drop her

Hang with the bros 'cause you know blood thicker

I miss my vro so we pour more liquor

And you don't want smoke you don't want no Swisher

'Cause you don't want war with a South Florida n***a

Miami Dade on my motherf**king back

I'm Polo'd down to the socks to the nut sack

It's RIP X and RIP Tree

I'ma do it for my dawg this for all of my G's

Dreads to the top gold in my mouth woah there

Hoes by the flock no let me stop woah there

And I keep a Glock nah it's a Glock 40

Hands on a knot hands on your back woah there

She gon' bust it open for a n***a in designer

That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her

You might be the n***a that's gon' probably wine and dine her

I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

Car stuck came a long way from bein' a manager

Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin' like banana-na

Never pay for P***y these b***hes ain't gettin' nothin'

My name alone gon' make me press

On your ho like a button

In my city ridin' vert to Uzi Lil Uzi Vert

Every week another funeral only time we go to church

Runnin' all these rappers down a check they wanna splurge it

Step up in the scene so fresh so clean like a detergent

Quick to cut a P***y n***a up just like a surgeon

I'ma need a Perky 'cause a young n***a be hurtin'

Slidin' like a Taliban with a turban

Pull up all black in a suburban

'Cause he ain't die so we gotta slide back my grill

Pay my young n***a to get you whacked for five figures

They gon' rip him flip him cut his a*s up

Put him in a box and ship him yup

Dreads to the top gold in my mouth woah there

Hoes by the flock no let me stop woah there

And I keep a Glock nah it's a Glock 40

Hands on a knot hands on your back woah there

She gon' bust it open for a n***a in designer

That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her

You might be the n***a that's gon' probably wine and dine her

I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners