Wicked West

Lyrics

[Intro] (Avanto Beats) (I miss you, Narrow) [Chorus] They put the fake before the real, I swear that shit there throw me off Out of town with all these bitches, they keep tryna blow me off The same nigga shake your hand, it be the one who knock you off I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes is bought I made out the trenches, hell naw, I'm still in it Screamin' fuck the pigs, why the police had to kill Vincent? I'm goin' fast as hell, somebody calm me down (Shootout, make my pistol go both ways, you can't run me down) [Verse] Y'all some Instagram-cappin' fuckboys I might get up in my mood and get to slappin' fuckboys I been ridin' in the Wraith with my feet kicked up They'll never find a trace, just know he got hit up Yeah, fuckboy, what you on, nigga? This the Wicked West, you better stay up in your zone, nigga Is you with me? I'll get you clipped, don't go against me Niggas be dissin', on God, but I won't never listen You can say what you want, on God, you gotta shoot me Lil' bitch, this a Hellcat, your mans in a hoopty Yeah, broke boy I make your baby mama eat it, she my throat toy All these niggas actin' like a demon, I don't know boy That shit lame Hit your main ho from the back, I bet that bitch came Made that fully come out that splatt and gave him shit stains I don't know nothin' 'bout that boy, I know his bitch name Yeah, nigga, fuck you and your fuckin' dad Heard he down the road takin' dick up his fuckin' ass Gay bitch, I'ma spray shit Yeah, I'm on my K for K shit, get your face split I ain't gon' lie, y'all niggas switchin' sides on the wrong one Water on my neck, they got me flooded like a baby pond Shootout at the store, I might just bust you with my lady gun Perky after Perky, got me feelin' like an alien Geeked up I told lil' Nae to hold her wrist up, can't fuck with us You better have a fully-auto stick, you talk 'bout bustin' us Yeah, switch this If you text my ho again, you gon' get your bitch hit Please get up off my dick, yeah, I'm gettin' super rich All y'all niggas aggin' me, y'all just like some fuckin' ticks Why the hell y'all mad at me? I ain't never had shit Niggas ready to give they mans up just for a bad bitch [Chorus] They put the fake before the real, I swear that shit there throw me off Out of town with all these bitches, they keep tryna blow me off The same nigga shake your hand, it be the one who knock you off I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes is bought I made out the trenches, hell naw, I'm still in it Screamin' fuck the pigs, why the police had to kill Vincent? I'm goin' fast as hell, somebody calm me down (Shootout, make my pistol go both ways, you can't run me down)