Mm-mm, wicked, I'm
Mm-mm, wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Mm-mm-mm, wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
My dawg a walkin' lullaby, he put shit to sleep
I be with wolves, yeah, never catch me with a sheep
Go ahead and commit suicide, talm'bout beef with me
'Cause either way you dead but I know you rather do it than me
I don't got no manners, I don't got no manners
We some loose screws, that's why we walk with hammers
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no, I don't got no mothafuckin' sense, uh
I don't got no mothafuckin' sense
I ain't gettin' in that car if that window don't got tints
And them niggas ain't no opps if that block ain't got bent
I ain't won't shot that K if that chop' ain't get shit
Rollin', bitch, I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin', but not geeked
When I say rollin', I mean slidin', tryna knock somethin' off their feet
You see bars, you see N, you see two, you see me
I see opp, I reach in, then pull out and use heat (Grraow, grraow, boom)
I ain't cuffin' no thots, I got hoes, bitch, I'm pimpin'
Why the fuck you on your camera? Gimme your phone, bitch, you trippin'
They say, "Wick might need a cane" (Why?) "'Cause the nigga always limpin'"
But he can't help because he got a lotta shots and a lotta knocks in them breaches
She say, "You ain't shit," I say, "I know, I might need laxative"
I can't show her to my momma 'cause she just ain't bad enough
They wanna chase the bag with me, but they just not fast enough
The opps got all them sticks but still ain't slide, it just ain't addin' up
Chain on, swang, swang, reach for this, bang, bang
Drop your nuts and let 'em hang, I'm in the mood to bust a brain
Wick shit, we Wick Gang, gang-gang-gang (Wicked, I'm wicked)
Gang-gang, gang-gang-gang
My dawg a walkin' lullaby, he put shit to sleep
I be with wolves, yeah, never catch me with a sheep
Go ahead and commit suicide, talm'bout beef with me
'Cause either way you dead but I know you rather do it than me
I don't got no manners, I don't got no manners
We some loose screws, that's why we walk with hammers
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no, I don't got no mothafuckin' sense
Mm, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm, yeah, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
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