Wicked Feeling Lyrics

Look at em' talk about me, they feel lost without me, know I need that respect

They said they got people for me, but no chalk around me, guess you need to connect

And if you got problems building, cuzzo got it with him, feel the need to protect

This shit just the principle, do not get physical, we put that heat to your neck

I woke up with a sort of wicked feeling (wicked feeling)

Like these pussies ain't on shit, I might just clap em' when I see em'

Pour me up, tryna lift up to the ceiling (to the ceiling)

Stay on hush, these secrets I can't reveal em', no I

I woke up with a sort of wicked feeling (wicked feeling)

Like these pussies ain't on shit, I might just clap em' when I see em'

Pour me up, tryna lift up to the ceiling (to the ceiling)

Stay on hush, these secrets I can't reveal em', no I

Can't, no I won't

Fuck you thank?

Where I'm going

Get out my way

'Cause you ain't know em'

I got this weight

I break my, I break my

I break my back for these bitches, half of them ain't having that shit

So I put my bag over bitches and now they mad they ain't get it

And you can leave whenever you like just don't be sad when you can't visit

And I had said to watch out for snakes so don't be mad cause you ain't listen bitch

I woke up with a sort of wicked feeling (wicked feeling)

Like these pussies ain't on shit, I might just clap em' when I see em'

Pour me up, tryna lift up to the ceiling (to the ceiling)

Stay on hush, these secrets I can't reveal em', no I

I woke up with a sort of wicked feeling (wicked feeling)

Like these pussies ain't on shit, I might just clap em' when I see em'

Pour me up, tryna lift up to the ceiling (to the ceiling)

Stay on hush, these secrets I can't reveal em', no I

Gotta be quiet when I spin around town cause I ain't even know where the drop at

Everybody wanna talk but nobody wanna really get down

Let me know if it's smoke we can stop that, finicky motherfuckers get rolled in the opp pack

He finna be running, he see the chrome, cock Glock back

Getting this money, I roll in dough, I got that

Isn't funny, I through 4 can't mock that

I woke up with a sort of wicked feeling (wicked feeling)

Like these pussies ain't on shit, I might just clap em' when I see em'

Pour me up, tryna lift up to the ceiling (to the ceiling)

Stay on hush, these secrets I can't reveal em', no I