Wicked

For a long time (yeah)
I was just dreaming now I'm livin' better
In my pockets better, we got it together
Sayin' that she love me, haven't even met her
Shawty tried to kiss me, really couldn't let her
Poppin' at the show, hard to break a tether
We be on the road, every day adventures
Killin' every show, like we in the matrix
We be in the summer, she still want my sweater
Shawty gon' kill or whatever
She know how our love, it get dangerous
She still gonna love me, whatever
Strikin' like the thunder, over and, or, under
Three different sales, askin' for my number
Money in the bank yeah, we keep it comin'
Yeah, we livin' different, livin' in abundance

Aye, yeah, shawty know I get dangerous
I don't use a blinker when I lane switch
In a couple years I'ma be famous
You want the beast but, you really can't tame it
You got a beast and I know that you hate it
You come to me but you don't know the basics
It's just amazing the fire awaken
You know I'm sick, I'm crazy, i'm tainted
I be on go twenty-four, seven
Go against me, that's a trip to heaven
Matter of fact, I got a ticket to hell
Comin' through body be wicked as hell
Comin' through hot and I know you can tell
Could be the summer, but winter as well
Incarceration, you don't get no bail
Death sentence, your story we'll tell

(Woah, Zayy)

For a long time (Yeah)
I was just dreaming now I'm livin' better
In my pockets better, we got it together
Sayin' that she love me, haven't even met her
Shawty tried to kiss me, really couldn't let her
Poppin' at the show, hard to break a tether
We be on the road, every day adventures
Killin' every show, like we in the matrix
We be in the summer, she still want my sweater
Shawty gon' kill or whatever
She know how our love, it get dangerous
She still gonna love me, whatever
Strikin' like the thunder, over and, or, under
Three different sales, askin' for my number
Money in the bank yeah, we keep it comin'
Yeah, we livin' different, livin' in abundance

You know how I'm comin'
I pull up crazy and pop like it's nothing
Smooth like a baby that popped out a oven
Wicked like witches that's forming a coven, yuh
Nothing really phase me, I do my own thing
And yeah, they try to hate me but, love what I bring
You won't survive all the things that I see
Mind change quick like one, two, three
I be on go, you already know it
If you don't believe me, I think I should show it
Matter of fact, I do not care
If you are my hater, I really just think you should blow it
Me and Tolord we cozy, cozy
Why are the ops so nosy, nosy
I'm too cold I'm frozen, frozen
The grammy I get will be golden, golden



Credits
Writer(s): Tolord Topla, Zano Who
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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