Wick Flow

Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, nigga know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back
(For real, yuh)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back
Kick down ya door nigga, you better lock that
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks
(For real, yuh)
These niggas foe, yeah they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, muhfuckin centipede
(For real, yuh)
Spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities
Know that u get to my chicken, no Kennedy
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity
Niggas said that I'm too lit for the industry

Measure the Wock, mix it up like it's chemistry
Count up the racks, you know I get like ten a week
My city love me, they said I'm the ticket
Touch down with the pack, so you know imma flip it
She throwin' the jatty, she want me to grip it
My Balenci denim, she wanna unzip em
(Zip, uh, yeah)
You talk down on me, I pop out with the chrome
Hit a lick, can't be tracked, so we won't take your phone
Said I pop an RP, jammin', I'm up in my zone
Off the 42, this not Patron
Say you my brother, switch up, then I'm leaving you lone
Niggas fake, but I'm already knowin'

Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, nigga know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back
(For real, yuh)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back
Kick down ya door nigga, you better lock that
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks
(For real, yuh)
These niggas foe, yeah they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, muhfuckin centipede
(For real, yuh)
Spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities
Know that u get to my chicken, no Kennedy
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity



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Writer(s): Gene Clemetson
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