Wicked Freestyle

They hate how we walk, how we talk How we move, said we're lost and frustrated But believe it or not, we're the next up on top We're the youth of the nation They hate how we walk, how we talk How we move, said we're lost and frustrated But believe it or not, we're the next up on top We're the youth of the nation They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (listen) Nobody breathin' fuckin' with him, lemme hold my breath (lemme hold my breath) Ben Frank', that's my best friend, I love that boy to death (love that boy to death) Fuck with me, that's R-I-P, you better keep a tap, uh Long, leave me alone, I got bitches, want me to bone And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal with my bone Smell like cat, need cologne, girl, you trippin' with my phone Don't bother me I'm in my zone, I'm a boss, watch your tone (yeah) I love when that chop' kick, I love when that chop' spit Call me when that block bend, call me when that top hit Call me when he sleep for good, FaceTime and just nod your head He said, "Wick, you overstood, call you when that nigga dead" Amiri jeans, Dior the shirt, Céline the hat, I'm swaggin' shit (swaggin' shit) H-O-Es, they come and go, ain't savin' hoes, we passin' shit (passin' shit) Belly fat move to the butt, okay, but not that plastic shit (not that plastic shit) This Trackhawk is fast as hell, but Track Mode make it fast as shit (Huh? Pause the beat) I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat If you gon' steal the flow, just make sure that you tag me (I ask for the tag) Lie for my niggas so they bitch know not to ask me (they better not ask) I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me (yeah) 30 thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people (don't like to talk) Gettin' the cash, I'm rich as hell, I still don't like to floss to people Wicked gang like nurses (ha), 'cause we done shot a lot of people, uh They hate how we walk, how we talk How we move, said we're lost and frustrated I feel like I'm five percent and I feel like John Cena (feel like John Cena) Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (nigga, you can't see me) I smack that lil' hoe down raw, I think I'm John Cena All these chains on, I don't need a shirt, just wear my wife beater A'ight, I'm done, just playin' He ain't never shot shit (nah), he ain't never robbed shit (nah) Talkin' all that gangsta (gangsta), tell that boy to stop it (nah, nah, yeah) Tell them police, "Free Lil D," got 'em for a body That gangsta shit, that's in my blood, it's runnin' through my body (yeah) She always hit my phone, he'll do wrong, I gotta make it right (make it right) She taken, but she call me time to time 'cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe) She told him he is all she see, I came around, fucked up her sight She sound like a crack rock, she hit me once, fucked up her life They hate how we walk, how we talk How we move, said we're lost and frustrated But believe it or not, we're the next up on top We're the youth of the nation