Wicked

Lyrics

[Intro: SSGKobe] Yeah (Yeah), yeah Whole lot of fuckery, haha (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: SSGKobe] (Fft) You know I'm sippin' on sizzurp (Yeah) Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah) Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft) I got a baggie (Blatt) He got shot down 'cause he flaggin' (Haha) You run up on me, I'm blastin' I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay) I'm countin' a band (Hm, Alright) I'm fuckin' a fan (Hm, okay) I think she a fan (Uh, okay) I think she my bitch (Hm, alright) She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay) She want that Versace (Hm, alright) Told her, get her a job Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz Pushin' the whip, middle finger to cops Fuckin' his ho and she screamin' to God Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod Eatin' good hibachi evеry day Run on the squad with the gang, see the K Usеd to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm) [Verse 1: SSGKobe] Ha, you niggas gangster behind some music Play with my gang, you know I'm shootin' I'm taking off, rocket, no Houston Sippin' on lean, pourin' the kill-shit Look in my hand, it'll be a Kel-Tec This bitch annoying, you know I'm mutin' These niggas broke, they steady milkin' (Yeah) [Verse 2: Kankan] These niggas broke, they steady milking (Yeah) We brought the FNs right in the building (Ha) His ho annoying, she keep tryna kick it (Yeah) A-C-O-G scope, you know we ain't missing I'm at the top, I don't fuck with these niggas (No) My bitch, she toxic, yeah, she say she miss me (Yeah) These niggas missin', they shootin' at children (Ha) Bro in the trap, he done seen him a million (Yeah) 7.62, yeah, this shit get wicked Them niggas broke, so you know they can't kick it They wanna copy the wave, yeah, I get it Nigga, free Will, yeah, you know he ain't missin', yeah All of my niggas get to it, yeah Fuck up that money, run through it, yeah Fuckin' his ho, she ran through, huh Nigga these hundreds still blue, yeah Ayy, he not gang, we don't fuck with you (Lame ass nigga) Nigga, them dracos come in twos I let all these lil' hoes choose (Yeah) One wrong move, put his ass on the news (Ha) Nigga, yeah, I'm on M-box blues (Yeah) And I just fucked on his ho in the stu' Chrome Hearts jeans, bitch, these ain't Trues (Yeah) [Chorus: SSGKobe] (Fft) You know I'm sippin' on sizzurp (Yeah) Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah) Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft) I got a baggie (Blatt) He got shot down 'cause he flaggin' (Haha) You run up on me, I'm blastin' I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay) I'm countin' a band (Hm, Alright) I'm fuckin' a fan (Hm, okay) I think she a fan (Uh, okay) I think she my bitch (Hm, alright) She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay) She want that Versace (Hm, alright) Told her, get her a job Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz Pushin' the whip, middle finger to cops Fuckin' his ho and she screamin' to God Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod Eatin' good hibachi every day Run on the squad with the gang, see the K Used to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm)