Wicked(Intro)

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Shit gettin' wicked (uh)
Shit gettin' wicked (uh uh)
Shit gettin' wicked (uh uh)
Shit gettin' wicked

Shit gettin' wicked
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

Shit gettin' wicked like my name was Nardo
He out of pocket, we spin where his car go
Run like the flash but you ain't gettin' far though
I need the money, I need that shit pronto
Bitch, let's go

Ride with them hittas that leave niggas leaking
Ay, let's go
Hop in the whip and start flooring', I'm speedin'
Cold in the summer, I'm changin' the season

Pour up a four mix the pop, now I'm geekin'
Don't shop at Ross, boy we shoppin' at Neiman's
I don't smoke dope, but the racks got me feenin'
Pussy from heaven, but that bitch a demon
Way that she suck it i think that bitch teething

Word to my mama, I move like Obama
I know niggas shoot for no reason
Drip from the floor, I got rhude on my body
This shit come from out of the border

No, I don't follow the law, but you know I'ma make sure my checks is in order
Shit gettin' wicked, I put this shit on
I be dripping like I was from Florida
Go MIA, so it's me when I ride with the heat

I be ballin' four quarters
Bitch, I be thumbin' through all of these presidents
That's why I move like the motherfuckin' president
All this shit talkin', bitch, I need a peppermint

Back in that mode like AD from the Pelicans
You would think niggas steph curry the way they got love for the net
Call me the huncho, like my name was Quavo
My boys they gon' throw up the set

F*ck it, let's take off
Fell in love with all the money
Remember them times I was bummy
I seen the work pay off

I know the hoes who ain't with me
I get a lil' bag, and now they say I'm on they radar ayy
But I f*ck from the back, now I'm pullin' them tracks
Start to think all of these hoes be sippin' on meds the way that they act

F*ck it, let's go tit for tat
I know the money get longer, so that's why I do what I want
Straight from the trap
Keep me a k by my side like I'm Ye, but I pray it don't fold while I'm chasin' this sack

Blueberry faygo mixed in with the syrup
I go on these trips, that's just how I relax
Won't never fold on my brothers, I grind til' my soul in the dirt, so I keep me a strap
Cause shit ain't wicked

Just started rappin', it's just the beginning
Uppin' the score, so we always gon' win it
I'm never gon' fold, cause I'm standin' on business
Bitch, I'm the one of you niggas below me

You say that you love me, but you gotta show me
You knew me back then, but for real, you don't know me
This year, I'ma blow, and I put it on Brodie
And put it on gang

They chasing the clout, that's a part of the game
Out of the gutter, we never gon' change
Never gon' change
The one

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