Wicked (Freestyle)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
Drivin' around we got plans we on move
Fuck all the dreams am the nightmare, fool
They don't believe it am ready to prove
None of you niggas are ready to shoot
Pull up with payroll she ready with nudes
Still the determinant they ain't got clue
Yeah am the finalist that is the truth
Bought a new bitch, yeah sounds like a flute
Rappin' and trappin' it straight outta hood
Just like a starship got aim to the moon
Yeah in my blood I got skulls all tattooed
Luppie the conqueror, shaping the rules
Shaping the empire niggas like troops
Stabilize underground makin' me boost
Got all hard-candy, on street by the booths
Makin' me millions you'd think that I loot
Pickin' a side yeah am makin' 'em choose
Never alone I be hangin' with goons
Niggas can't mess with me, hunt 'em in groups
I never roost am always on move
Yeah I be fakin' shit make it look good
Hate on me furious I made 'em loose
Makin' a comeback they askin' for truce
Find me in the club strippin' hos, drinkin' booze
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
Drivin' around we got plans we on move
Fuck all the dreams am the nightmare, fool
They don't believe it am ready to prove
None of you niggas are ready to shoot
Pull up with payroll she ready with nudes
Still the determinant they ain't got clue
Yeah am the finalist that is the truth
Bought a new bitch, yeah sounds like a flute
Rappin' and trappin' it straight outta hood
Just like a starship got aim to the moon
Yeah in my blood I got skulls all tattooed
Luppie the conqueror, shaping the rules
Shaping the empire niggas like troops
Stabilize underground makin' me boost
Got all hard-candy, on street by the booths
Makin' me millions you'd think that I loot
Pickin' a side yeah am makin' 'em choose
Never alone I be hangin' with goons
Niggas can't mess with me, hunt 'em in groups
I never roost am always on move
Yeah I be fakin' shit make it look good
Hate on me furious I made 'em loose
Makin' a comeback they askin' for truce
Find me in the club strippin' hos, drinkin' booze
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
They say that am cold (sick), Wicked
That am cold (bitch)
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Writer(s): Sam Flash
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