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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Donte Moore Jr.
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donnie Katana
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Donnie Katana)
[Verse 2]
Riding in the 'Vette with the eleventh letter in the alphabet
Catch a L try to follow this 'Vette
I ain't worried 'bout a set
Type a **** that'll kill the whole set
Five, five sent shots at his neck
[Verse 3]
Brought a bitch a purse just to hold my stick
I'ma rob the whole city if I can't get rich
I'm a money making ****, I ain't going out like Mitch
Yeah I love my dogs, don't do 'em like Vick
Got Nina on my side, yeah I tuck her like Chris
And these bullets on the lips, they'll give a **** a kiss
If a **** play with us
See a whole lotta flicks
If a **** play with us
Take a whole lotta pics, look
[Verse 4]
Dead man, dead man, yeah that's he
He played with the gang, now he asleep
Dead man, dead man, yeah that's he
He played with the gang, now he deceased
Wickman, Wickman, yeah that's me
Call the shots and rap on beats
Wickman, Wickman, yeah that's me
He a little wicked **** as you can see
[Verse 5]
Shitting on ****, need a whole lot of stalls
Dickriding ****, it's a whole lot of y'all
If you play with me, gotta whole lot of balls
She been sucking for an hour, got a whole lot of jaws
Her wet like a shower, she couldn't even wear draws
And her legs kept shaking, she couldn't even stand tall
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
[Verse 6]
Riding in the 'Vette with the eleventh letter in the alphabet
Catch a L try to follow this 'Vette
I ain't worried 'bout a set
Type a **** that'll kill the whole set
Five, five sent shots at his neck
[Verse 7]
When these bullets take off, they gon' off the whole set
Chops sing like Quavo, don't get scared
We move like Migos, contrabands
He cap like Kangol, move that hat
[Verse 8]
Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman
Yeah that's me
Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, Wickman
Yeah that's me
[Verse 9]
Little wicked **** as you can see
And he put a bitch in double C's
He ain't no crip but double sin
Their foreign fabric come from overseas
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Donte Moore Jr., Horace Walls, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn