Wicked Lyrics

Yeah

Go crazy

MG (whew)

Yeah (Polo)

My nigga wicked wicked, still tote them blickies

Whole crew solid nigga, we don't fuck wit Mickeys

On my gangsta shit, got the pole in the Dickies

That's two dicks for your bitch, if she feeling picky

Yeah, I'm on my gangsta shit

Cruise the city, top down, with the baddest bitch

Got a slit in her gown and a icy wrist

Hit the ground running, no denying this

Me and lil boo we in a coupe

Grab the pack, bout to head to the room

Hit the gas, know the vibes, change the mood

Next money move, know what we gone do

Tear the strip up

More ones than strip clubs

Narcs run up

You know we bout to flush

My nigga swallowed a bag, now he feeling that

If a opp send a shot, bitch, we send em back

This real life this ain't cinematic

Chewing pills, bitch, it's been a habit

Collecting funds, bitch, that's automatic

Got all these carats, now they call me rabbit

Stop all that cappin, you rapping, we laughing

Don't want that action, we scrapping, you napping

I knock 'em down like a Lego

Shoot 'em in his head, now his brains on the table

I'm in her belly like a navel

By myself, I don't fuck wit you neighbors

That pistol shooting fully like that K does

Chrome wheels, black tint like the Raiders

And everything I do is for that paper

Bullet paint his face like some make-up

And that's real shit I can't make up

Nigga I can't make up

My nigga wicked wicked, still tote them blickies

Whole crew solid nigga, we don't fuck wit Mickeys

On my gangsta shit, got the pole in the Dickies

That's two dicks for your bitch, if she feeling picky

Yeah, I'm on my gangsta shit

Cruise the city, top down, with the baddest bitch

Got a slit in her gown and a icy wrist

Hit the ground running, no denying this