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Wicked
by BDE-Juan
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Mhm mhm shit get wicked mhm mhm like what you saying
Mhm mhm shit get wicked
Mhm yeah mhm
Aye look this shit getting wicked
All of my shooters they with it
Swear we ain't sparing no feelings
Before it get started know Juan gone end it you dig
We lay in them trenches
Niggas get pressed like benches
Where I come from you can't trust these bitches
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I'm back in that mode
She said he green well it's time to go
I see him in traffic I'm upping the pole
If we can't find him shit knock off his hoe huh fa sho
Creep and lay low
He walking out hundred shots at the door
Don't care bout his bitch don't care bout his bros
Shit if he love them then they gotta go
u know
I can't beef with u niggas
You slimed me out I can't eat with u niggas
I make a call send some creeps on you nigga
I'm coming direct ain't no tweets for a nigga hmm
Turn a nigga into Swiss cheese uh
Fully glock with the lemon squeeze look
Can't stop til a nigga bleed yeah
Shit get wicked out in these streets aye
I stay with the Glock
I cock it back a nigga get rocked
Fuck all them vests I shoot for the top
I know if I hit it the body gone drop
Ok
Masked up like covid nigga uh
You in danger if u know the nigga look
No whistle ima blow it nigga yeah
All red no roses nigga blatt
All of my niggas we moving as one
And rule number one when u leave grab ya gun
Move round the city feeling like a don
If I drop an opp know I'm making bond
Weight on my shoulders it feel like a ton
I do this for Bobo I do it for Jon
They want to be me shit they is my sons
And it's to a stick if you see me running
Lock loaded yeah I be gunning
Grim reaper flow how I'm boming
One to the head and the stomach
Pussy nigga never seen us coming
Marching band shit we be drumming
Bullets they gone come a dime a dozen nah fr
Mhm mhm shit get wicked mhm mhm like what you saying
Mhm mhm shit get wicked
Mhm yeah mhm
Aye look this shit getting wicked
All of my shooters they with it
Swear we ain't sparing no feelings
Before it get started know Juan gone end it you dig
We lay in them trenches
Niggas get pressed like benches
Where I come from you can't trust these bitches
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Mhm mhm shit get wicked mhm mhm like what you saying
Mhm mhm shit get wicked
Mhm yeah mhm
Aye look this shit getting wicked
All of my shooters they with it
Swear we ain't sparing no feelings
Before it get started know Juan gone end it you dig
We lay in them trenches
Niggas get pressed like benches
Where I come from you can't trust these bitches
Glock 23 50 round extensions fr
I'm back in that mode
She said he green well it's time to go
I see him in traffic I'm upping the pole
If we can't find him shit knock off his hoe huh fa sho
Creep and lay low
He walking out hundred shots at the door
Don't care bout his bitch don't care bout his bros
Shit if he love them then they gotta go
u know
I can't beef with u niggas
You slimed me out I can't eat with u niggas
I make a call send some creeps on you nigga
I'm coming direct ain't no tweets for a nigga hmm
Turn a nigga into Swiss cheese uh
Fully glock with the lemon squeeze look
Can't stop til a nigga bleed yeah
Shit get wicked out in these streets aye
I stay with the Glock
I cock it back a nigga get rocked
Fuck all them vests I shoot for the top
I know if I hit it the body gone drop
Ok
Masked up like covid nigga uh
You in danger if u know the nigga look
No whistle ima blow it nigga yeah
All red no roses nigga blatt
All of my niggas we moving as one
And rule number one when u leave grab ya gun
Move round the city feeling like a don
If I drop an opp know I'm making bond
Weight on my shoulders it feel like a ton
I do this for Bobo I do it for Jon
They want to be me shit they is my sons
And it's to a stick if you see me running
Lock loaded yeah I be gunning
Grim reaper flow how I'm boming
One to the head and the stomach
Pussy nigga never seen us coming
Marching band shit we be drumming
Bullets they gone come a dime a dozen nah fr
Mhm mhm shit get wicked mhm mhm like what you saying
Mhm mhm shit get wicked
Mhm yeah mhm
Aye look this shit getting wicked
All of my shooters they with it
Swear we ain't sparing no feelings
Before it get started know Juan gone end it you dig
We lay in them trenches
Niggas get pressed like benches
Where I come from you can't trust these bitches
Glock 23 50 round extensions fr
