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Wish You Would

Look, look, look, don't play with me

Look, look, look, uh, uh, lookLet's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things

Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains

Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames

My guns up for and tellin' all to suck WayneI'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy

Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it

One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven

Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and readyCome and get it, it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever

Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater

I'm just terror or better yet, horror or drama

And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your mommaBeef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas

Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers

And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali

When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your familyDon't play with me, I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

You bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

And I pop my gun, better hide and runWhat is this that done got me in your district? Twist it

Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians

I'm tipsy, I've been sippin' on that Hennessey, people

Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent peopleSeventeen creeper is who I, what I be, dog

The clip slide in the four five, then it blow five

In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog

On four tires or feet, dogI still be on the block sweepin' nobody is not sleepin'

Got me in all black with a gun in a palm

Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome

Dummy, it's on ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff'Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump

And passin' a blunt me circle, wants to see if he dead

Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead

But dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid

I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge, uhBet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runYou might catch me with bandannas and strapped T

On the back street of your block in the back seat

I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see

I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feetWhen I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach

Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday

Nigga shouldn't have played tough, wouldn't have got his head bust

Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuffNow you're gated up, full of that vodka and weed add it up

Fresh platted up, your t-shirt all tatted up

Crack in the tongue of my kicks

Plus I got a gun on my hip and I'm runnin' the stripI know you see me Little Wheezy killaholeezy

A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy

You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes

Cutthroatin', connivin' killers but that's all I know, uh, uh, uhBet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Nigga, bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me boy, I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me 'cause I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me boy, I wish you would

I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood

Niggas bet' not play with me 'cause I cock my gun

Then I pop my gun, better hide and runNiggas bet' not play with me

Look, uh, uh

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Look, look, look, look, look, look

Whoa

Songwriters

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