Wicked ft. Payday2x Lyrics

If you in my city shit get wicked

That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey

Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing

Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping

I know this is off topic

I was broke I was shopping at hot topic

Now a nigga got some cheese

I might fly out to the tropics

If you want it bae you got it

I don't really need the price

If I like it then I cop it yeah

That's some real shit

Niggas really crazy they'll drop your lo for weed

It ain't happen to me and if it did I'd make them bleed

Some of my niggas throwing Bs

Some of my niggas throwing Cs

I know heartless felons

That'll shoot you in your fuckin knees

From the two one six nigga yeah that be the zone

I ain't get no handouts bitch I did it on my own

Shoutout all my niggas

Because we did it on our own

Heard some niggas switched up

So why the fuck you call my phone

If you in my city shit get wicked

That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey

Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing

Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping

If you in my city shit get wicked

That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey

Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing

Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping

Niggas been tripping that's word to vacations

My shoe double knotted you won't see me fall

I used to kick it I came from the bottom

The dirt to stage now I dunk with the ball

Run up we flip them I hit up Dmoney

He scores when he blazes them I'm making the call

Watch how I'm dripping I'm bringing a lake in

I see it I cop it I shop at the mall

You niggas pussy like lions and cheetahs

I bring the smoke from the fire and heater

I pray to God and my sire is Jesus

Give me the mission I try to complete

I spin her round like a tire and beat it

Take off my pants she climbs on my penis

I get that paper like flyers I need it

I been that nigga since I was a fetus

My diamonds changing the climate and season

I'm cold as the winter when I rap on the beat

I make it snow when I'm just trying to speak

I don't even ball if I shoot it's a three

Money around me it's all that I see

I need my bank account tall as a tree

Now I got richer they're calling on me

Niggas been talking but following week they

Duck the smoke evading all the conflict

Must've known you'd wake up into hospice

Suck it slow don't play little bitch quit talking

Fuck her throat she faced it and she vomit

Just the dough I'm making all the profit

Mustard with the mayo on my toppings

Scuff up my new Fazos I been walking

Clutch up on the Draco get it popping

If you in my city shit get wicked

That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey

Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing

Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping

If you in my city shit get wicked

That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey

Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing

Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping