Wicked

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz] Kel got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched He don't want no beef and we poppin' that potato barrel on fye Ten letter shit, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pussy boy with the disguise, huh Russian AK, I don't really play games Young nigga with me psyched, crashin' 'bout some stains Police tryna say that I'm the leader of my gang, well, they lame I go rob about it, don't diss on TK Think my gang just look cool walkin' out with K's We left that boy top off just like a toupée You play, catch a fifty-round drum 'round this way It's a hundred-round drum on the bottom of that Drac', huh I did drug deals with niggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin' I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches cross me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan') When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that bitch is gon' need a new lung I don't play 'bout the disrespect, I put that on my set, I catch you, better pull out your gun The bank got a hundred checks, I get her pussy wet, I'ma fuck the ho 'cause I'm the don Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that shit feel like a ton I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with the new gun Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby, and spank your ass just like my son We catch the opp lackin' and then we start laughin', that shit be so fun And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons Y'all niggas is pussy, put that on my mom When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong Kel had the Draco 'fore I made this song Kel had a hundred-round, double drum Seventeen bands just to pay my bond [Verse 2: OsamaSon] Yeah, I can't do a song with you Look, cross you out the picture Brand-new switch, still fuck my trigger I ain't gon' kick it no more This chopper got kick like judo Perc' 15, bitch, you know BL, slime you out for my woah Hella M's, no Wallo Lambo truck, fucked up a pothole Brand-new pack just came in, Gelato Dra-Draco go wherever I go Walk down, this lil' play right here, that lil' bitch shed a tear I love pourin' so much lean, finna geek the whole damn year Flexin', singin' in the mirror Hellcat go too fast, can't steer Goin' broke nothin', man, I'm just livin' shit I feared Boy, this shit can get wicked Got your main ho slime tryna get with me Pour up for the set, bit', get with me Pour up for the set, bit', get with me [Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz] Me and Sumo post up back of the Crystal Lake 7.62 hit the boy stomach, he got a bellyache Two bodies, one pain, 'cause niggas keep talking 'bout they renegade If I pop this Perc', on God, I'm gon' levitate, huh Bitch, this the Mobb, walk in thirty deep GF 'til I die, nigga, we don't play for keeps Grabbin' my heat, catch me on the street You living that life, man, this shit gon' get steep Cap or die, man, we shoot Glocks out the Jeep Take him through the swamp, know that boy just peed I'm with real shooters and them niggas elite Bought a thirty clip and went and shot a movie I'm twice, we gon' shoot that bitch up two-deep I fucked the ho, fucked her room up, ain't leave it neat Tryna fuck the opp sister, she gon' eat When I was locked up, nobody wanna talk to me Shawty a green bean, chop 'em broccoli Vamp shit been poppin', they know ain't no stoppin' me Glizzy in the attic just for emergencies Stick on a nigga, no, ain't no purging me Send the blitz on me, I'm waitin' patiently Run in the trap, nigga, ain't no vacancy God only one that finna be takin' me We havin' crack like the '80s