Wicked(Intro) Lyrics

Shit gettin' wicked (uh)

Shit gettin' wicked (uh uh)

Shit gettin' wicked (uh uh)

Shit gettin' wicked

Shit gettin' wicked

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Shit gettin' wicked like my name was Nardo

He out of pocket, we spin where his car go

Run like the flash but you ain't gettin' far though

I need the money, I need that shit pronto

Bitch, let's go

Ride with them hittas that leave niggas leaking

Ay, let's go

Hop in the whip and start flooring', I'm speedin'

Cold in the summer, I'm changin' the season

Pour up a four mix the pop, now I'm geekin'

Don't shop at Ross, boy we shoppin' at Neiman's

I don't smoke dope, but the racks got me feenin'

Pussy from heaven, but that bitch a demon

Way that she suck it i think that bitch teething

Word to my mama, I move like Obama

I know niggas shoot for no reason

Drip from the floor, I got rhude on my body

This shit come from out of the border

No, I don't follow the law, but you know I'ma make sure my checks is in order

Shit gettin' wicked, I put this shit on

I be dripping like I was from Florida

Go MIA, so it's me when I ride with the heat

I be ballin' four quarters

Bitch, I be thumbin' through all of these presidents

That's why I move like the motherfuckin' president

All this shit talkin', bitch, I need a peppermint

Back in that mode like AD from the Pelicans

You would think niggas steph curry the way they got love for the net

Call me the huncho, like my name was Quavo

My boys they gon' throw up the set

Fuck it, let's take off

Fell in love with all the money

Remember them times I was bummy

I seen the work pay off

I know the hoes who ain't with me

I get a lil' bag, and now they say I'm on they radar ayy

But I fuck from the back, now I'm pullin' them tracks

Start to think all of these hoes be sippin' on meds the way that they act

Fuck it, let's go tit for tat

I know the money get longer, so that's why I do what I want

Straight from the trap

Keep me a k by my side like I'm Ye, but I pray it don't fold while I'm chasin' this sack

Blueberry faygo mixed in with the syrup

I go on these trips, that's just how I relax

Won't never fold on my brothers, I grind til' my soul in the dirt, so I keep me a strap

Cause shit ain't wicked

Just started rappin', it's just the beginning

Uppin' the score, so we always gon' win it

I'm never gon' fold, cause I'm standin' on business

Bitch, I'm the one of you niggas below me

You say that you love me, but you gotta show me

You knew me back then, but for real, you don't know me

This year, I'ma blow, and I put it on Brodie

And put it on gang

They chasing the clout, that's a part of the game

Out of the gutter, we never gon' change

Never gon' change

The one

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