Wishywishy by TheFuturr Lyrics
[Verse]
All of you wishing and all of you wanting
I got these diamonds you know that I flaunt it
This beat by tay so I had to hop on it
Count hella checks n you know that I'm balling
You do not want what I Chief like the smoke
If I am aiming then it’s at your throat
I grab double heaters put them to your nose
I'm not who's picking the strap is who chose
I ball like I’m curry I'm taking my shots
Put my dick up in her that bitch is a thot
Put you in your grave your body gon' rot
AR-15 can you see my red dot?
I don't need to aim I'm hitting no scopes
They say he get freaky like sucking some toes
Can I just say cheers? Can I make a toast?
To all of the gang to all of my bro's
We getting lit, designer my fit
Louis all on me you know how I drip
Bitch I bust down, and I'm hitting licks
I'm still stuck in my trapping I’m stuck with this shit
I can’t stop going my flow SuperSonic
I catch a rock kind of snake like an Onix
Ring in my ear when I hear squeakers talking
All of this nonsense boy you need to stop it
In Calabasas I'm eating croissants
I gave her my dick yes she get what she want
I do not play if you do me wrong
I’m just gon' shoot until you are gone
Pretty not petty, they asking bout Fetti
Then I wake up and my hair is all dready
Shooting real heavy this Glock can get deadly
Bullet proof vest now my chest feeling heavy
[Chorus]
All of you wishy all of you washy
Diamonds they on me, diamonds they frosty
Look at my teeth got VVS on it
Look at my neck you don't want to cross me
You beg for success but that's what I got
You beg for money but I have a lot
Now I’m never broke feel like I'm god
I don't got no rhymes so just end the song
All of you wishing and all of you wanting
I got these diamonds you know that I flaunt it
This beat by tay so I had to hop on it
Count hella checks n you know that I'm balling
You do not want what I Chief like the smoke
If I am aiming then it’s at your throat
I grab double heaters put them to your nose
I'm not who's picking the strap is who chose
I ball like I’m curry I'm taking my shots
Put my dick up in her that bitch is a thot
Put you in your grave your body gon' rot
AR-15 can you see my red dot?
I don't need to aim I'm hitting no scopes
They say he get freaky like sucking some toes
Can I just say cheers? Can I make a toast?
To all of the gang to all of my bro's
We getting lit, designer my fit
Louis all on me you know how I drip
Bitch I bust down, and I'm hitting licks
I'm still stuck in my trapping I’m stuck with this shit
I can’t stop going my flow SuperSonic
I catch a rock kind of snake like an Onix
Ring in my ear when I hear squeakers talking
All of this nonsense boy you need to stop it
In Calabasas I'm eating croissants
I gave her my dick yes she get what she want
I do not play if you do me wrong
I’m just gon' shoot until you are gone
Pretty not petty, they asking bout Fetti
Then I wake up and my hair is all dready
Shooting real heavy this Glock can get deadly
Bullet proof vest now my chest feeling heavy
[Chorus]
All of you wishy all of you washy
Diamonds they on me, diamonds they frosty
Look at my teeth got VVS on it
Look at my neck you don't want to cross me
You beg for success but that's what I got
You beg for money but I have a lot
Now I’m never broke feel like I'm god
I don't got no rhymes so just end the song