Wicked Thoughts Lyrics

Whole song these some wicked ass thoughts

I can't explain what's going on

I'm barely holding on

Instead of crying, I write songs

I'm barely holding on

Instead of crying, I write songs

I can't explain what's going on

My mind, just might explode

It's a pain overload

Miss my granny, miss my bros

Miss my members, miss my foes

Miss my cousin, miss my woes

I tear up when I see snacks picture

I can't believe my brother gone

Got my body full of tron

Take your bitch, I step on toes

I'm number one, I feel like Rose

Just know I ain't one of those

You niggas duplicates of other niggas

Yeah, I heard they cloned Tyrone

You want smoke, here go a bong

Y'all better leave me alone

Cause I'm a mind doing wrong

And I'm gon' slide if it's on

Get that ass tapped like a phone

Get your ass beat like a song

Or, we could just get your ass gone

Im talkin, pull up to your home

Knock, knock, bustin' through the door

glock shot through the peephole

thot, thot, I got all the hoes

Get your ass set up, by a hoe

Make her send a pussy video

Then make her send me to low

Now we got a new pack of smoke

Bitch, I'm live on the oath

If it mean one of mine coming home

Your homie in jail cause you spoke

And he had to go that time alone

If I get booked, I ain't gon' rat

I'ma do that bid on my own

I come from a whole, not her cloth

Young nigga with a old soul

New bullets in a old pole

New vibes with a old hoe

Flyin' all black like a crow

I'll get you wack for the low

Slut a bitch out on the road

They know I ain't really got it all

Do whatever the fuck that I want

Say whatever the fuck that I want, my mind filled with wicked thoughts

Wicked thoughts

Wicked thoughts

Wicked thoughts

Wicked thoughts

My mind filled with wicked thoughts

Wicked thoughts