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M Huncho

Wish Me Well

 

Wish Me Well

(альбом: Get Out - 2017)


[M Huncho:]
Everyday money to make, fuck a dead beef
Pigs all over the base, I can't go sleep
Fakes all calling my phone, calling me brodie
Where were you when I was broke, we ain't homies
I kill 'em with success, we in it for dodie
Eyes so red, I think it's the chlorine
Everyweek yeah I fly birds, get rid of dodos
I be the wizard like Gandalf, gimme the room man I'm Frodo
This sauce got me moving in slow mo, caramel ting she a Rolo
I can't bothered to fuck with her, then pop off still got my mojo
Jojo, I'm coming for Funds Kojo
Karate the brick in my dojo, I'm up and I'm down like a yoyo
Your up in Man's City your Kolo, my brudda got sticks call him Pogo
He got the Yaya Sanogo, now he's on the case with the popo
I'm up in Man City like Yaya, these people they talking the Kaka
All that I'm hearing is blah blah, my lizzy just died need a charger

I told my mama wish me well, cos I'm stepping into hell
Everytime I leave my yard it's time to hit another cell
They couldn't give my brother bail, these feds be slimey like some snails
I'm ducking them like Sonic while they right up on our Tails yeah
Fail yeah, they will always fail yeah
Fake people don't prevail yeah
I don't fear none, Huncho's in your eardrum
I bagged 600 breezy's, can you do some?

[Yung Bush:]
Tryna double up and grow, double up again and grow
Doesn't mean I won't throw 2 up in a double barrel let it blow
Promise you won't even know, I creep up on a nigga I ain't saying yo
The drop done get back to the dough, if you want it then I can get that for the low
You want it then I can get, you know I'm different I show intent
Have 'em all thinking I'm so poetic, when I'm giving pictures like I'm photogenic
Man have fallen and they're so pathetic, man have fooled 'em and I don't respeck it
Man are acting like they rich and got it, if my niggas see it then they'll go and tek it
When we had to hit the train tracks, get it all in and then break packs
We didn't do it again, it's the may back, I need a M and a M that's a Maybach
Spending bout 3 or 4 days in the T, I relocated it asap
I know the feds them are watching the scheme, and my freedom i can't let them take that
Nowadays I gotta watch what I say, so I listen close when they say that
I know what I said and I meant what I said, I don't participate in fake rap
I tell 'em it's all entertainment, they take me to court and they play that
But I'm tryna double the pack, and double again and double and make racks

I told my mama wish me well, cos I'm stepping into hell
Everytime I leave my yard it's time to hit another cell
They couldn't give my brother bail, these feds be slimey like some snails
I'm ducking them like Sonic while they right up on our Tails yeah
Fail yeah, they will always fail yeah
Fake people don't prevail yeah
I don't fear none, Huncho's in your eardrum
I bagged 600 breezy's, can you do some?

[M Huncho:]
They wanna see me now, tell 'em hold up
Summertime food got me bulked up
I tell 'em I don't need a thing, just roll the fucking kush up
I'm either in the cold, in the T, like I'm push up
I know a brother
It's electric bills push up
He's always leaving on the cooker
I'm back up in this T, like I'm Booker
I'm back up in this bitch, it's a hooker
This life really tee yeah I'm hooked up

I told my mama wish me well, cos I'm stepping into hell
Everytime I leave my yard it's time to hit another cell
They couldn't give my brother bail, these feds be slimey like some snails
I'm ducking them like Sonic while they right up on our Tails yeah
Fail yeah, they will always fail yeah
Fake people don't prevail yeah
I don't fear none, Huncho's in your eardrum
I bagged 600 breezy's, can you do some?

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