Wish I Knew - Xanman, Money Man

Huh, Hey shootbaby

(Hello? Xanman?)

I-I wish I knew that, you know what I’m sayin', I wish I knew a lot

Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk, Sparkheem)

Rifle got hair and triggers, I just bought her a wig

I love what she do when she get in that bed

Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead

Not a family guy, but my bitch look like Meg

Yeah, none of these niggas don’t shoot

I’m droppin' that shit off MW2

If I get highed up, you can catch me off goop

This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot

I told you, if this bitch cheat, I’ma kill her

This bitch got a mind of it’s own like Matilda

Fuck I look like buying guns when I build 'em?

Hol', grab the Glock right there, I’ma leave him

Walk down with that Drac', it’s that season

Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I’m Ian

Put the F in the

feel like Fajita

Cut ties with a bitch like Kanye did Adidas

Yeah, I wish I knew that this Drac' 'bout to hit him

I wish you knew that I was talkin' to bitches

Twenty-five in the clip, it’s like Christmas

He tried to cross me but he ain’t Christian

I’m a fuck nigga, I’m not for GloRilla

I take all the shit like a picture

I poured a whole six in a pitcher

Functional drug addict, I’m addicted

Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin'

Give me that bitch number, I’ma hit her

Feelin' like

, nigga, I’m not a

Fuck nigga got Veneers, we knock out them dentures

Nigga, what’s up with all that tippin'?

Catch him down bad, he

None of these niggas not trappin'

Wipe the blood off my shirt with a Popeyes napkin

I ain’t totin' no ghost, this manufactured

Could’ve made a move with the .40, what happened?

Can’t believe what I made off a five dollar mattress

I been lookin' for blood like Morbius, Dracula

Got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender

I ain’t saving no bitch, this not Greys Anatomy

I pulled out the stick, he like rap battling

Too sharp with the gun, I could shoot out a cavity

My dawg still selling that Scooby like Daphne

Put three in his head like a triple-a battery

I wish you knew how I feel, no hope

Put his head on the fridge like a suicide note

That nigga not shootin', ain’t lettin' no stick go

Her head was so good that I came in like six strokes

Glock 7/11, get killed for a big gulp

Look up to Ted Bundy, they call me a sicko

Yeah, let’s see who spinnin' this shit like a disco

Let’s see who make niggas duck like limbo

High off that Fentanyl, done hit a lamppost

I wish these bitches had somethin' to stand for

I put a band on his head like Masenko

Bitch-ass nigga ain’t lettin' no Drac' go