Angel Reese lyrics

I'm wishin' on a star
I'm wishin', n***a
Oh, you did that sh*t
I'm wishin' n***a would

Know where you are
Drenchin' the V right now
I'm wishin' on a dream
Right now, n***a

All I want is me
I'm wishin' on a star
Bro was f*cked up, he hit a lick and now he trappin
Got it for the low, he don't know then he taxing

All these gen fives, n****s would've thought we was the Jackson's
He ain't even peep the blitz
Boxed him in and, started clapping
You ain't never see a n***a run

He hear that button roll
N****s know what's up in real life
So we like, f*ck the trolls
Leave a n***a dizzy

Headshot, f*ck up his face
Don't speak on Laah
Inside that song wе sending n****s out of space
Broski Ray Lewis
All that n***a know is blitz
Walk down with that A.R.P
That b*tch look likе a rip stick
Think you cruisin' down my block

You gon' get your whip
Bent don't think you safe inside
That Kia
Them two two threes go through tent

N****s must be dumb
You lose your life
You try and touch me
On your ass, just like a Snuggie

Heard the switch, he did the dougie
We get the drops and send sh*t up
You diss the dead and
Get ugly, glizzy

Bangin' like a drum
Leave your polo tee all bloody
Bailout first, you tap a face
You di*k jakes, you get away

Speaking of my man
We the ones that had to save the day
Real trap or die
Same clothes, I never switch the lay
What you know about goin' O.T
We tryna make some pape
Bring the bowls back
For the guys

Everybody get a play
Put the tracker on his car
So we know where he lay
Fifty ripping through his chest

And they like, why that n***a die
Jump out hesi, he wasn't ready
Pop out the cut with four fives
Seen that lil' n***a trippin

That n***a knew that he was gon' die
Pacing steady, wasn't ready
You should've seen that n***a face
Blew smoke with different leds

We just left a n***a laced
I drive fast behind the wheel
We 2-0, inside them chases
Give him two to the body

And bet he buckle to his knees
b*tch said she need a trick
I told that lil' b*tch, please
All you gotta do is tap it twice
You ain't even gotta squeeze
And b*tch it's just Rackie
Don't get it f*cked up
N****s only tough on the gram

Like, shut the f*ck up
That switch jammed, he got away
I guess he lucked up
Your homie died

And ain't slide
Go get a f*ckin' Johnny
I'm outside every day
With lil' drench beside me

Suit up in all black with kirzy glasses
Switch his ass, got cooked in old fashion
Lil' Mir was using his legs
We still tagged em

Two n****s died on bikes
That's something nasty
I like my b*tches rockin' Lulu
Nothin' classy

Ebo couldn't even run
Them big-ass khakis
Every time they drop a diss
I swear we make him feel it

We caught his ass loafing
And then we wet his f*ckin' biscuit
Jump out banging with one hand
Like, Hansel

Emmanuel
I'm clearing, out the store
This n***a shoppin' out the Grailed
He payin' the hoe to f*ck

He blocked on everything, but Zelle
He ain't have the brain for college
But that 10 make n***a's Yale
I'm f*ckin' her off

The honey can't finish
Like Angel Reese
If Debo would've tried
Me, I would've put that ass
I ain't sitting out on no drops

Tell a n***a, go pack that V
They say death come in twos
But we bouncin' out in threes
Since you so lucky to be with me

Go and play Kentucky Derby
He had a post on the scene
But he ain't makin' out of surgery
We don't sell no n****s like Randle

But young n****s stay with 30
I ain't been a
N***a, to throw shade but
My money go over the curtain

I'm gettin' too much for n****s
Chase a n***a down
His head on the switchy
We come through

Nobody can't help you
Better call up Boston Richie
Bro, a Southside n***a like Doe Boy
But he step on sh*t oh really

I took her straight out of the club the b*tch ain't even get to pop her henny
I really don't think
N****s wanna smoke murder
Rate better off tellin' him

You can stand my money up
sh*t bigger than John Fetterman
N****s wanna play with the gang
Get put in a cave

Like Phil Betterman
She wanted to see the stars
Told her next time we f*ckin' in the Cullian
sh*t that Glock 20 with the button

Shoot funny like, Lonzo Ball
She helping me set up her man
I don't know what made her think
I'm breakin' off

He numb to the shots
He stuck the floor
But I think the bullets
Was breakin' his fall

Me and that n***a
Not even the same
I don't check no tags in
The mall, n***a