Wicked(Intro)
Baby C4
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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 No Cap
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Written by: Katrina Russ, Keith Harris
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