Wicked Lyrics

Feeling

Feeling myself

Swag on ah mill I don't need no help

Jeans on her right she don’t need no belt

Flame in this bitch make the whole scene melt

Poppin

All the way overseas

Lil bra from Sweden he made this beat

Young nigga ball NBA I’m street

Far from a killa don’t try and play me 

Fuck with my gods

Elevate boss shit

Don’t speak it on it if you can’t talk it

Over and over I get it all in

Flame gone work yea I’m on it often

Flights on flights baby giving Boston

I make it sizzle please take caution 

Been the quarterback and I picked off shit

Been on the mic this ain't new naw kid

Come out and play maniac go Chucky 

Niggas gone judge me they hope that they buzz me

Worry bout nothing I’m growing it’s lovely

Baby don’t judge me stay solid and trust me 

100s on 50s 20s and 1s 

Count that shit up we accept all funds 

Rock with fam we gone move as 1 

What would soft niggas do without guns 

We all got a story this mine it’s simple

I made it from nothin no father just mental

My momma soldier she dodged all the missiles

Is it real love or you gone leave me crippled

Learn from mistakes move on get yo issue 

Finna get this bag yea

Finna get this bag yea

Finna get this bag yea

Is it real love or you gone get me crippled 

Finna get this bag yea yea they been calling

Millions on millions for the flame if we talking

Make em upset get this check when I walk in

Droppa he ah boss running numbers like ah auction 

I don’t wanna talk know ah nigga gone get it

Yea Imma star I shine can’t miss it

Count up some bread have fun just living

Bad bitch with me flame god I’m different 

Flame god mode wildn out I been trippin 

Ball how I want bad boy Imma piston 

Is it real love these days shit get wicked 

Is it real love these days shit get wicked 

Flame god yea yea is it real love