Wicked (feat. SSGKobe)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah Whole lot of fuckery, haha (Yeah, yeah) (Fft) You know I'm sipping on sizzurp (Yeah) Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah) Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft) I got a baggie (Blatt) He got shot down 'cause he flagging (Haha) You run up on me, I'm blasting I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay) I'm counting a band (Hm, Alright) I'm fucking a fan (Hm, okay) I think she a fan (Uh, okay) I think she my bitch (Hm, alright) She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay) She want that Versace (Hm, alright) Told her, get her a job Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz Pushing the whip, middle finger to cops Fucking his ho and she screaming to God Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod Eatin' good hibachi every day Run on the squad with the gang, see the K Used to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm) Ha, you niggas gangster behind some music Play with my gang, you know I'm shooting I'm taking off, rocket, no Houston Sipping the lean, pouring the kill-shit Look in my hand, it'll be a Kel-Tec This bitch annoying, you know I'm muting These niggas broke, they steady milking (Yeah) These niggas broke, they steady milking (Yeah) We brought the FNs right in the building (Ha) His ho annoying, she keep tryna kick it (Yeah) A-C-O-G scope, you know we ain't missing I'm at the top, I don't fuck with these niggas (No) My bitch, she toxic, yeah, she say she miss me (Yeah) These niggas missing, they shooting at children (Ha) Bro in the trap, he done seen him a million (Yeah) 7.62, yeah, this shit get wicked Them niggas broke, so you know they can't kick it They wanna copy the wave, yeah, I get it Nigga, free Will, yeah, you know he ain't missing, yeah All of my niggas get to it, yeah Fuck up that money, run through it, yeah Fucking his ho, she ran through, huh Nigga these hundreds still blue, yeah Ayy, he not gang, we don't fuck with you (Lame ass nigga) Nigga, them dracos come in twos I let all these lil' hoes choose (Yeah) One wrong move, put his ass on the news (Ha) Yeah, I'm on M-box blues (Yeah) And I just fucked on his ho in the stu' Chrome Hearts jeans, bitch, these ain't Trues (Yeah) (Fft) You know I'm sipping on sizzurp (Yeah) Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah) Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft) I got a baggie (Blatt) He got shot down 'cause he flagging (Haha) You run up on me, I'm blasting I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay) I'm counting a band (Hm, Alright) I'm fucking a fan (Hm, okay) I think she a fan (Uh, okay) I think she my bitch (Hm, alright) She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay) She want that Versace (Hm, alright) Told her, get her a job Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz Pushing the whip, middle finger to cops Fucking his ho and she screaming to God Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod Eatin' good hibachi every day Run on the squad with the gang, see the K Used to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm)