H3AVY M3TAL
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Imma rockstar, in other words young DC is a rebel
She said, "Boy your number 1 I think you deserve a medal"
Boy you know I talk to god I do not fuck with that devil
Yea, I wanna be the best so no I could never settle
Fucked that hoe then kicked her out, yea, that bitch thought she was special
Bro a shooter and he litty, yea, he got that heavy metal
Yea, that bitch just love my swag, yea, that bitch love my apparel
Bitch you know I'm goin' up
I got fam' in Mississippi in that trap right now
Boy I'm headed to the top I can't come back down
Yea, my brother he love smoke, yea, that boy crash out
Everybody slept on me bitch don't wake up now
Told them boys I'm on the way so, you better make room
'Cause you know I'm 'bout to blow I see that comin' soon
Bitch you know I'm in the cut I'm coolin' with my goons
Yea, she say she love my song she say my shit was fumes
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Imma rockstar, in other words young DC is a rebel
She said, "Boy your number 1 I think you deserve a medal"
Boy you know I talk to god I do not fuck with that devil
Yea, I want to be the best so no I could never settle
Fucked that hoe then kicked her out, yea, that bitch thought she was special
Bro a shooter and he litty, yea, he got that heavy metal
Yea, that bitch just love my swag, yea, that bitch love my apparel
Bitch you know I'm going up
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
Wicked Soldier
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Imma rockstar, in other words young DC is a rebel
She said, "Boy your number 1 I think you deserve a medal"
Boy you know I talk to god I do not fuck with that devil
Yea, I wanna be the best so no I could never settle
Fucked that hoe then kicked her out, yea, that bitch thought she was special
Bro a shooter and he litty, yea, he got that heavy metal
Yea, that bitch just love my swag, yea, that bitch love my apparel
Bitch you know I'm goin' up
I got fam' in Mississippi in that trap right now
Boy I'm headed to the top I can't come back down
Yea, my brother he love smoke, yea, that boy crash out
Everybody slept on me bitch don't wake up now
Told them boys I'm on the way so, you better make room
'Cause you know I'm 'bout to blow I see that comin' soon
Bitch you know I'm in the cut I'm coolin' with my goons
Yea, she say she love my song she say my shit was fumes
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Imma rockstar, in other words young DC is a rebel
She said, "Boy your number 1 I think you deserve a medal"
Boy you know I talk to god I do not fuck with that devil
Yea, I want to be the best so no I could never settle
Fucked that hoe then kicked her out, yea, that bitch thought she was special
Bro a shooter and he litty, yea, he got that heavy metal
Yea, that bitch just love my swag, yea, that bitch love my apparel
Bitch you know I'm going up
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Writer(s): Maurice Donahue
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