WICKED
I love my city but when I touch down
Ima touch with 50s a nigga not dumb
I can not go out like just any rapper
You don't gotta ask me I'm keepin my gun
Bitches be grimy
They might set you up for some prada
I know because I've had it done
Shoulda seen the look on that fuck boy face
Had him frozen in place man he couldn't even run
They think it's sweet yeah they think it's a game
Fuck it
Let em pull up and flamed
Way I grew up I knew nothin but pain
Anger and hurt runnin deep in my veins
Bae if we fuck then you won't be the same
She Fuckin her nigga she sayin my name
Shit gettin wicked
These bitches be trippin n trickin n tellin you jus anything
I ain't learned nothin from waitin for something to change
Boy you gotta go make you a way
Big drip big dick big shit big whip
Big everything but the smile on my face
I gave my soul to this bitch and she played with it
Bitch ran off went MIA
If he got kids and he not takin care of em
Then he got bitch in his DNA
Here's a little advice
Don't talk too much don't say too much
You gon kill my vibe
What is she doin keep asking me all type of questions
Lil bitch don't kill my high
What is he thinkin
Reach for my chain he gon die from that big Glock on my side
4 5 go bow put a nigga lights out
Tell his mama don't cry tell that boy good bye
I got some money I need me some more bread
She want some money I need me some more head
Don't know about you
But I just don't feel comfortable trusting these bitches
And I love my bitches
But lately shit I'm feelin paranoid even just fucking these bitches
And I love my city but when I touch down
Ima touch with 50s a nigga not dumb
I can not go out like just any rapper
You don't gotta ask me I'm keepin my gun
Bitches be grimy
They might set you up for some prada
I know because I've had it done
Shoulda seen the look on that fuck boy face
Had him frozen in place man he couldn't even run
They think it's sweet yeah they think it's a game
Fuck it
Let em pull up and flamed
Way I grew up I knew nothin but pain
Anger and hurt runnin deep in my veins
Bae if we fuck then you won't be the same
She Fuckin her nigga she sayin my name
Shit gettin wicked
These bitches be trippin n trickin n tellin you jus anything
Ima touch with 50s a nigga not dumb
I can not go out like just any rapper
You don't gotta ask me I'm keepin my gun
Bitches be grimy
They might set you up for some prada
I know because I've had it done
Shoulda seen the look on that fuck boy face
Had him frozen in place man he couldn't even run
They think it's sweet yeah they think it's a game
Fuck it
Let em pull up and flamed
Way I grew up I knew nothin but pain
Anger and hurt runnin deep in my veins
Bae if we fuck then you won't be the same
She Fuckin her nigga she sayin my name
Shit gettin wicked
These bitches be trippin n trickin n tellin you jus anything
I ain't learned nothin from waitin for something to change
Boy you gotta go make you a way
Big drip big dick big shit big whip
Big everything but the smile on my face
I gave my soul to this bitch and she played with it
Bitch ran off went MIA
If he got kids and he not takin care of em
Then he got bitch in his DNA
Here's a little advice
Don't talk too much don't say too much
You gon kill my vibe
What is she doin keep asking me all type of questions
Lil bitch don't kill my high
What is he thinkin
Reach for my chain he gon die from that big Glock on my side
4 5 go bow put a nigga lights out
Tell his mama don't cry tell that boy good bye
I got some money I need me some more bread
She want some money I need me some more head
Don't know about you
But I just don't feel comfortable trusting these bitches
And I love my bitches
But lately shit I'm feelin paranoid even just fucking these bitches
And I love my city but when I touch down
Ima touch with 50s a nigga not dumb
I can not go out like just any rapper
You don't gotta ask me I'm keepin my gun
Bitches be grimy
They might set you up for some prada
I know because I've had it done
Shoulda seen the look on that fuck boy face
Had him frozen in place man he couldn't even run
They think it's sweet yeah they think it's a game
Fuck it
Let em pull up and flamed
Way I grew up I knew nothin but pain
Anger and hurt runnin deep in my veins
Bae if we fuck then you won't be the same
She Fuckin her nigga she sayin my name
Shit gettin wicked
These bitches be trippin n trickin n tellin you jus anything
Credits
Writer(s): Tyranny Pace
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