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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Composer
Jacob Sclaver
Jacob Sclaver
Composer
Michel Legrand
Michel Legrand
Composer
Alan Bergman
Alan Bergman
Composer
Marilyn Bergman
Marilyn Bergman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juko
Juko
Producer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
[Chorus]
All my friends is goons, I'm one of 'em too
I'm famous and I rap, but I might be the one that blew
We a bunch of apes and monkeys, bitch, my block look like a zoo
But my lil' **** an owl, I say, "Shoot," he say, "Who, who, who, who?"
Fuck it, boom, boom, boom, boom (Grr)
Fuck it, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, rrah, rrah, rrah
Mm, everybody get it
Get to hittin' up every lo' we get till everybody feel it
[Verse 1]
Lil' bro hopped out finger-fuckin' the Dra— wait, pause, bruh, no Diddy
Lil' bro hopped rapid-firin' the Drac' like somebody gon' get it
Them **** hopped off the porch six months ago tryna beef with **** who with it
We some vets, can show a **** how to rob with this 10 milli' (Mm)
Did somebody tell you you was gangster, or did you tell yourself? (Huh?)
Did somebody tell you you was like that, or did you tell yourself? (Huh?)
Did somebody tell you you was a demon, or did you tell yourself? (Huh?)
Did somebody tell you you was a problem, or did you tell yourself?
I ain't even realize I was a menace until my mama told me (Uh)
Sittin' behind that dumpster with that cutter with Lil Tony (Uh)
Sittin' behind that dumpster with that cutter, ask Lil Tony (Uh)
I don't like sleeping by myself, I need a bad bitch to hold me (Uh)
I'll wear the white tee long as I got my chains on
Rock out by myself, I don't even much need my gang 'round
[Chorus]
All my friends is goons, I'm one of 'em too
I'm famous and I rap, but I might be the one that blew
We a bunch of apes and monkeys, bitch, my block look like a zoo
But my lil' **** an owl, I say, "Shoot," he say, "Who, who, who, who?"
Fuck it, boom, boom, boom, boom (Grr)
Fuck it, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, rrah, rrah, rrah
Mm, everybody get it
Get to hittin' up every lo' we get till everybody feel it
Written by: Alan Bergman, Horace Walls, Jacob Sclaver, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand
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