Wick vs Wickery

Lyrics

[Sample] Hey, fuck you man! Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Who do I trust? Me [Intro] Uh, play with the pounds, got me feelin' like Ralo Uh, you know the motto Uh, hit 'em with a hollow Yeah, uh, uh [Verse 1] Uh, play with the pounds, got me feelin' like Ralo Uh, yeah, you know the motto Uh, yeah, get hit with a hollow Big Shawn Wick, got me trappin' like Pablo Hi-Tech, I keep the drink in the bottle My bitch, she a dummy and she look like a model She know I'm a slime, I ain't talkin' my vato Bod mon, my plug, he look like Mavado Figi, we mixed that boy with Gelato Bro caught a opp and we gave him a 'bravo' Dead opps, we mixed that boy with the grabba Slime on thе plug, we ain't givin' him nada Drip in Dior while my bitch got on Prada I see a opp then wе aim at his mat- Grinchin', double G shit on the collar Yeah [Verse 2] I'm on the road for a fifty pack On bro, I need my bro Richie back Play with the name, get your figi wacked Big Shawn Wick, mister get-it-in-motion That perc fake, I can tell by the coatin' Speakin' in Grinch, man this shit ain't no poem Gave bro the Glock cause he said he was open Yeah He on a tee cause he thought I was jokin' Bro fresh home, and he shootin' like Oakland [?], he in a blunt that I'm smokin' All these blue backs, woulda thought I was locin' Tell it to my fingers and I make 'em get focused Walk in the spot and the 30 is pokin' VV's, they water, they look like the ocean Yeah Kick door, bitch and we left you a notice Had to dump that bitch cause that bitch, she was bogus Still with my bros, still feelin' like a Jonas