1 Wish lyrics

[Intro]
(Bang that sh*t)

[Verse 1: Vae Vanilla]
Can't f*ck with [?] too much b*tch in his blood
Pocket-watching other n*ggas when he go out to the club
Used to take me to the strip, and leave that b*tch in a flood
But some n*ggas can't remain who the f*ck they thought they was
New mission, I ain't juggin' this summer
Get a bag and go missing, leave the scams to the runners
Come home to the D, trap phone doing numbers
I feel like the b*tch a bum if you can't get a band from her
Touch in the H, drinks up at Tate's
Stack forty-eight, we just slid in a Wraith, where valet?
Talk faster if it ain't about no pay
Used to waitrеss downtown, now I ain't got time to wait
Rare breed, rare form, rеal b*tch since I was born
Hustlin' in Third Ward, trappin' out that college dorm
Pass b*tches up, on me, check the score
Being bad get you love, being 'bout it get me more
I ain't rich, I ain't poor, b*tch, I'm grinding
Got the sh*t he looking for, but he ain't never finding
OT trips, ice kiss keep me smiling
Mixed with Puerto Rican so he took me to the island
Pretty b*tches tweaking, get this money out a n*gga
With him for a minute but I'm never really in it
Sold his ass a dream, put his ass in his feelings
Left with his bag, so it ain't make me no difference
[Chorus: Vae Vanilla]
I ain't got time for the dumb sh*t
Got played once, then I turned into that one b*tch
Then I turned track star, yeah, boy, I run quick
Twenty with no kids, ain't no n*gga that I'm stuck with
They say never trust a b*tch, but trust this
Out trap and out rap any b*tch you f*ck with
I heard that song, and, that ain't the one, sis
Asked to be me when the genie gave you one wish

[Verse 2: 9ina]
You can wish, but a b*tch could never be me
Bad b*tch with the bars on me, you never see me
I don't gotta do sh*t, pus*y chase me like I'm Tweety
And I don't want the di*k because these n*ggas be too easy
9ina known for stacking up like hills, ain't talkin' Beverly
Don't 9ina hold onto the strap like it's a memory
Show you what a lesson be, you try assessin' me
9ina knock out all your sensory with these accessories
In town stacking my bread, being patient, real b*tches
Speak up when I'm around, you don't say sh*t
n*gga leave then I ain't chasin', cause my time ain't for the wasting
Come from different places so that mean we not adjacent
You get my time when that cheese hit my account
Add a couple zeros if you askin' the amount
I ain't one of them, I see how hoes be getting down
I ain't f*cking with no lame broke n*gga or a clown
On the gang, b*tch
[Chorus: Vae Vanilla]
I ain't got time for the dumb sh*t
Got played once, then I turned into that one b*tch
Then I turned track star, yeah, boy, I run quick
Twenty with no kids, ain't no n*gga that I'm stuck with
They say never trust a b*tch, but trust this
Out trap and out rap any b*tch you f*ck with
I heard that song, and, that ain't the one, sis
Asked to be me when the genie gave you one wish