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Wicked City Livin' Wicked City Livin' I been Wicked City
Okay, Wicked City Huh, Wicked City Huh, Right, C'mon
They be like, Shy you been put up
Where you at, nigga, come turn the hood up
I been minding my business, stackin' relaxin' I'm kickin' back on my foot up

I ain't talkin' bout wraps,
I'm talkin' good Draco Whenever I say, pick the wood up
Opps said that they seen me and gave me a pass could've smoked me
I'm like, boy, you shoulda
Look, these niggas mad that I'm back on they ass and ain't nothin' they can do
Cause you know I been havin' my way I'm back on the block with a sack in my sock

And a switch on the Glock, tryna get me some pape
I know a nigga who dissing and hidin
His brother gon' die since he playin' it safe Grab me a rental, catch me a hat
Then I'm takin' this bitch way back outta state They be like, Shy, keep your foot on they neck
I been on they ass had my foot on they neck for a minute

These niggas know they can't beat us so they just team up, lately the opps, they steady cliquin
Every glee, I got exotic boy, you dumb, you think I'm trippin
Just like Blueface said, I mop the floor hide sign, and catch him slippin
Do you like your granny grab that switch and get this spanking ass

We smoked this brother, dawgy cracked his bitch that's why them niggas mad
Brand new glee, and it got a beam Like, let's play laser tag
You sent him on a mission to my block and he ain't make it back
Shawty like the way I talk, she know I'm from the streets

Baby, I really got opps so I can't go without this heat
I'm a boss about that pape
Only business when I speak
Sit at the table if you winning, yeah, this is where the killers be
Look, I can lead them water but can't make them drink
I can make him a plate but I can't make him eat

Remember, I used to be beatin' the pot tryna make me a rock, had to fuck up the sink
That nigga thought it was sweet, put the heat to his face
Now that lil' nigga died in a blink
Mary J. Blige with the vocals, how this glizzy sing
Stop actin' crazy, you know you won't shoot

I'm finna tighten your screws
They got the word that I'm back outside I on bully
I think the boys got the blues
I'm finna come to they block with the same old glock
that we used to put they bro on the news These niggas therms for sure like all the time
They gotta front, they move
I really think think they got bad knees or somethin

Cause they never step I call up Jay to hit that buzzer, beater
He hit nothing but net, three points, doin' all that dissin
Got y'all brother stretched
Can't get you so we post up on your block and get your brother head
They be like, Shy, you been put up
Where you at, nigga? Come turn the hood up

I been minding my business, stackin' relaxin' I'm kickin' back with my foot up
I ain't talkin' bout wraps, I'm talkin' good Draco
Whenever I say, pick the wood up
Opps said that they seen me and gave me a pass
Coulda smoked me, I'm like, boy, you shoulda
Look, these niggas mad that I'm back on they ass
And ain't nothin' they can do cause I really been havin' my way

I'm back on the block with a sack in my sock And a Glock with a switch tryna get me some pape
I know a nigga who dissin' and hiding
His brother gon' die since he playin' it safe
Grab me a rental, catch me a hat
Then I'm takin' this bitch way back out of state
Wicked city, livin' Wicked city, livin' Wicked city, livin', I been

Free my babies, nigga Long live my babies, nigga
You play with them names, we come through with them Switches on Navy, nigga