WickerMan
Young Fly Nig
Oh man
Trill I been ill
They call me young fly sicko man
Your mans hit my line to move that work
Thats a Middle man
Thought she had the hook for bigger fish
Thats the lil Mans
She aint see the bigger plans
Pick me up
Damn it if I fall who gone lift me up
Damn if I crawl who gone be the crutch
They never believed in us
Sweet thats so bitter man
Another bad bitch I gotta ig again
I got a new fit a again
And nikkas think im Money Mitch
Watch out for that Sunny shit
Shade on All that funny shit
Faded off the liquor man
Gotta die just to live again
They saying we lit again
Out the cage Im the Wicker Man
Off stage she gone spit again
You know Ill spin again
Cause I be on that shit again
Chains when we chillin
Stack Change like the Bigger Man
And I ain't with the Bicker Man
You can have your bitch again
Tell her get her shit again
But dont think shes listening
I think she Listen look
She know I'm a Young Fly Nig
Oh man
Chill I been trill
I fuck wit no dry snitching man
Still I feel ill
I throw it up
Now they sick again
I just copped a watch
Let em watch
Times tickin &
She just tryna trick again
Pick her up
She wanna hit a ball shawty lick it up
Peep my pedestal
How we lift it up
Nikka is wit or what
Chains we be chillin
Stack change to ceiling look.
The WickerMan
Oh man
Trill I been ill
They call me young fly sicko man
Your mans hit my line to move that work
Thats a Middle man
Thought she had the hook for bigger fish
Thats the lil Mans
She aint see the bigger plans
Pick me up
Damn it if I fall who gone lift me up
Damn if I crawl who gone be the crutch
They never believed in us
Sweet thats so bitter man
Another bad bitch I gotta ig again
I got a new fit a again
And nikkas think im Money Mitch
Watch out for that Sunny shit
Shade on All that funny shit
Faded off the liquor man
Gotta die just to live again
They saying we lit again
Out the cage Im the Wicker Man
Off stage she gone spit again
You know Ill spin again
Cause I be on that shit again
Chains when we chillin
Stack Change like the Bigger Man
And I ain't with the Bicker Man
You can have your bitch again
Tell her get her shit again
But dont think shes listening
I think she Listen look
She know I'm a Young Fly Nig
Oh man
Chill I been trill
I fuck wit no dry snitching man
Still I feel ill
I throw it up
Now they sick again
I just copped a watch
Let em watch
Times tickin &
She just tryna trick again
Pick her up
She wanna hit a ball shawty lick it up
Peep my pedestal
How we lift it up
Nikka is wit or what
Chains we be chillin
Stack change to ceiling look.
The WickerMan
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Writer(s): Chris Stgilles
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