WISH - Denzel Curry, Kiddo Marv

Your wish is my command

I’m your genie

Your wish is my command

(He's heating up)

Can’t you feel the magic?

(FnZ)

Oh damn

Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday

Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday

And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40

Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday

She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer

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

You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her

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

Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion

Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian

I don’t got a car, but I got car service

So many chains, make a, uh, 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’ll drop her

Hang with the bros 'cause you know blood thicker

I miss my vros, 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 nigga

Miami-Dade on my motherfuckin' back

I’m Polo’d down to the socks to the nutsack

It’s R.I.P.

X and R.I.P.

Tree

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

Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday

Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday

And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40

Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday

She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer

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

You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her

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

Bossed up, came a long way from bein' a manager

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

Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain’t gettin' nuh-uh

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 pussy nigga up just like a surgeon

I’ma need a Perky 'cause a young nigga 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, Mike, Thriller

Pay my young nigga to get you whacked for five figures

They gon' rip him, flip him, cut his ass up

Put him in a box, and ship him, yup

Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday

Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday

And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40

Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday

She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer

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

You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her

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

Your wish is my command

Can’t you feel the magic?

Your wish is my command

Can’t you feel the magic?

Your wish is my command

I’m your genie