RelGz Lyrics

I'm wishin' on a star

To follow where you are

I'm wishin' on a dream

To follow what it means

Bitch, me and Rel slide down with the stick

How we hit him from the back, you would've thought he was a bitch

And my nigga carry straps, don't let him run up in your shit

Gave, that nigga Rel the low and then he run up in your shit

Damn, you diss the gang, I think it's time that you die

My nigga Rel would put your ass in the sky

Twenty thousand on me right now, I pass it to my guys

.223 will cook your ass put you in the fryer

And I swear that nigga Rel the best, when it come to this

And I swear that nigga Rel the best, when it come to hits

And I swear that nigga Rel so, motherfucker legit

That's my nigga rockin' with me since we was some jitts

He stay down, we went up, nigga, now we gettin' money

Hahaha bitch, that shit wasn't funny I'ma slide with the stick

And turn your ass to a bunny you gon' jump out the motherfuckin' trap

And my nigga Rel slide in with the fuckin' strap

Bow, bow, bow out the

Bow, bow, bow out the strap

My nigga Rel cross you up, that's a

Damn, that's a hat

Hundred thousand and that's just in cash

Me and Rel bout to go do the dash

Ain't talkin' door dash but its time that we dash

Bout to serve that nigga like he is some food

Rel, just served that nigga put him on the news

Five thousand, that's a hundred, all blues

When I catch them niggas, I'm gettin' them boomed

My nigga Rel the flyest that I know

My nigga Rel would probably spin round take your hoe

She ain't Giving head, I told you that that bitch gotta go

Don't want no bitch if she ain't trying to give me throat

I lost a bitch the other day, but I don't give no fucks

Got another bitch to come back, man, I'm so tough

And I hit her from the back, I'm so tough

.223 beat a nigga ass, I ain't throw a punch

And my nigga Rel, he gon' throw a punch

And if you run up on me the wrong way, he gon' get you punched

You know, like they punchin' tickets

In that SRT that hellcat, I do the limit

Ha ha ha, bitch, I'm lyin', I be speedin'

Catch me on your motherfuckin' block, I be feining

Just hand that nigga Rel my Glock, he finna get everything done

Why the fuck you run up on me, bitch, you must really be dumb

Got a Glock with two titties, that's a fuckin' drum

Oh shit, a brand new check, bitch, I'm finna thumb

Uh, right through it Gave that nigga Rel', hunnid, gotta keep it fed

Eleven-thirteen, we don't fuck with the feds

That last nigga, shh, put his ass to rest

I'm feelin' like Skye, cause I do this shit the best

Oh my God, a man, let me end this bitch

And that nigga Rel, really, like, really tough But that's really my nigga for real

Like touch that nigga I'mma slap the fuck out you

On God, he don't even gotta say much

Slap your ass, on the, on the set

A man you know I love you, cous, you know what I'm sayin'

Blood, you know what I'm sayin'? On the set, I'm out this bitch, on the guys

I'm wishin' on a star, oh shit, oh, mm-mm