Lyrics

[Intro] Like, grrah-grrah-grrah (It get wicked) Every opp shot, nigga (Why you talkin' on Notti, nigga?) EBK, nigga It's Blockwork bitch, like (It's Jieken, by the way) [Chorus] It get wicked, it get wild I can see that they stealin' my style (Grrah) I'ma dump, I'ma shoot out the crowd I got aim, I ain't hittin' no child, like .40 kickin', this shit kinda loud I'm goin' up, I'm makin' mama proud, like I'm a king in this bitch, make 'em bow (What?) Cheddar Blu? That nigga milk If I see Setty, get popped like a pill I'm a demon I don't got no chill Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill [Post-Chorus] He a bitch, he was runnin' away Click, I'm tryna shoot at his face I cannot wait 'till he dead in the grave And I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK I'm on my block with the knocks every day [Verse 1] Wedgie man, are you okay? Shoot or get shot, you got shot by a girl And your sis' caught a shot to thе waist Like, what did you do for the gang? B-Lovee a bitch, he ain't lеt it bang (Damn) And brodie, I know you remember that day Like, creep, I'm tryna see where he lay He tried to run, put the beam on his face Oh shit, I don't know what to say You a bitch, you just wanted to be DOA Like, Noah got put to the test Like, how you get beat in your chest? I heard Yellow got hit in his neck I smoke number five, this shit got me dead, like I'm tryna flock with the pegs, like It's been two years, I'm smoking your deads [Chorus] It get wicked, it get wild I can see that they stealin' my style I'ma dump, I'ma shoot out the crowd I got aim, I ain't hittin' no child, like .40 kickin', this shit kinda loud I'm goin' up, I'm makin' mama proud, like (Up all night) I'm a king in this bitch, make 'em bow (Bow) Cheddar Blu? That nigga milk If I see Setty, get popped like a pill I'm a demon I don't got no chill Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill [Verse 2] Like grrah, like grrah, grrah New gun, I'm tryna shoot it These niggas cappin' and lyin' in music Push up on me, you gotta be stupid I go kuu with the G, bitch, I know how to use it (Like) And Spongy a bixty, a leg He one them niggas that don't got a head (What?) He just doin' everything they said Like, nigga, we made you the driver You ain't spinnin' my block, you a liar (Facts) Chase 'em down, I won't stop 'till I'm tired Lay died with his clothes in the dryer I'm 'bout to blow, I'm on fire My bitch a gangster, so don't try her I'm 'bout to drive, I'll never retire (Never) D&D, nigga, pass me a lighter (Pass it) I'm a flock 'em, really not a fighter (I'm not) Leave a hole in his shirt like a tire He a rat, he got a wire Nazzy, Bobby, they get me higher (Bobby) Like grrah, like grrah (Come here) Outside I've been puttin' in pain (Aaah) 100 shots if they talkin' on Caine Walk down gang, tryna aim I'm tryna put this red beam on his brain (Grrah) In a foreign, I'm changin' my lane Poppa Jiggy, that's my favourite strain, like Grrah, aah, aah OG-K. tell 'em "Slide" if they feelin' a way I'm on the 5 (Grrah), or the 8 G-Lock on the side on my waist Get low from the Ds, they tryna chase, like Like damn, give me some space .38 I ain't leavin' no trace (Not trace) Mask on, don't face, no case I'm tryna send a goofy up to space (Nigga) [Chorus] It get wicked, it get wild I can see that they stealin' my style (Like) I'ma dump I'ma shoot out the crowd I got aim I ain't hittin' no child, like .40 kickin' this shit kinda loud Goin' up I'm makin' mama proud I'm a king in this bitch make 'em bow, like Cheddar Blu? That nigga milked If I see Set' he get popped like a pill I'm a demon I don't got no chill Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill [Post-Chorus] He a bitch, he was runnin' away Click, I'm tryna shoot at his face I cannot wait 'till he dead in the grave And I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK I'm on my block with the knocks every day [Outro] Wedgie man, wedgie man, and I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK (Wedgie man, wedgie man, what the fuck?) I'm on my block with the (He got a wedgie) I'm on my block with the knocks every day And I'm talkin' bout Sha EK (Wedgie man, wedgie man, what the fuck, wedgie man)