Get Wicked

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Glokk40Spaz - Rap

Get Wicked

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[intro] Hmm (Woah) [Chorus] Hmm (Woah) Yeah, where the beans at? Tryna get high, where the trees at? She a fake ho and I don't need that Hmm, baby, you tripping (Chapo) 'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em Baby EBG, I miss him [Verse] If he never needed me, I need him If he ever call me, then I'll be there I rock out and bring the Drac' until woe call me I flex on them boys, they like, "Glokk40, stop it" I walk in this bitch, I'm like, "What the fuck mobbin'?" Good bitches 'round me tryna do molly I'm gettin' some money, I ain't dodging him When I see him, he know what's up with him Nigga act hard only in his adlibs Chopper gon' hit him, make him do a backflip I shoot at my opps, I don't need no practice Sosa be fucked up all that Actavis She throw me off, I don't like that cappin' shit I need a hundred, nigga, I wanna be bathin' in it I ain't gon' cap, nigga, I been patient with it Ain't gon' lie, I'm not into basic bitches Them niggas hoes, boy, I rock every minutes Nigga, I blow, nigga, I ain't stuntin', nigga, I rock every henchman Talkin' 'bout that mob, nigga, I ain't playin', nigga, we'll go get 'em Young nigga with these bitches, nigga, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Pimpin') Nigga need to mind his business Zone 6 shit, nigga need to mind his business (Zone 6) Kilo said we don't leave and leave no witness (Hell nah) I do the job and I go end it I'll whack everybody, I'm not picky (Picky) I don't love her, I love this blicky We not trustin' these bitches, they tricky She wanna just hang with the damn band, baby I'm not trippin', nigga, but these throwed-off niggas with me, baby Huh, and I'm tryna do that fuckin' mission, baby I slide, nigga, just go AK me And I meant my cousin, I don't talk to Davie Popped his ass, left his body achin' (Popped his ass) Rocked his ass, left his body shakin' (Rocked his ass) [Chorus] Hmm Yeah, where the beans at? Tryna get high, where the trees at? She a fake ho and I don't need that Hmm, baby, you tripping 'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em Baby EBG, I miss him

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  • Glokk40Spaz
  • Al Chapo