Wicked

Knocking off the cap that nigga ain't rocking a fitted
Just know if you gone hop up in this ride it gone get wicked
Bro wave out the strap they started jumping like some crickets
She calls me a angel cause i palm it when I'm in it
Knocking off the cap that nigga ain't rocking a fitted
Just know if you gone hop up in this ride it gone get wicked
Bro wave out the strap they started jumping like some crickets
She calls me a angel cause I palm it when I'm in it

She calls me a angel cause I palm it when I'm in it
Just like Michael phelps I dive up in it and i'm swimming
Thumbing through these hoes yeah thats the way that I been living
Cashin out for bro yeah anything he want he get it
Right after the hit we switching whips and then we dashout
I just popped a perc my body numb i'm finna crash out
Choppa acting gay boutta blow a nigga back out
Woods is filled with grabba when you smoke it you gone pass out
If it ain't foreign than it's boring
She call my phone I keep ignoring
Went to the trap I started whipping up and now the money poring
In the booth I'm in the zone
We can't get along
Better watch yo back because I'm coming for the throne

Knocking off the cap that nigga ain't rocking a fitted
Just know if you gone hop up in this ride it gone get wicked
Bro wave out the strap they started jumping like some crickets
She calls me a angel cause palm it when I'm in it
Knocking off the cap that nigga ain't rocking a fitted
Just know if you gone hop up in this ride it gone get wicked
Bro wave out the strap they started jumping like some crickets
She calls me a angel cause i palm it when I'm in it



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Writer(s): Tyrone Meunier
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