Wicked Flow Lyrics

Daddy say don't play wit that gun

It ain't got no safety on it

She paying for my chops

Y'all niggas steady send y'all money to her

The things I do to her, I swear y'all don't want her

Y'all a be really sad

Could give two fucks about niggas DMing my bitch I don't care,

I know she bad

If the cops turn on them lights

We ain't gone stop, we just gone run they ass

My bitch a lil a go get her, she go get it

And I ain't gotta ask

Same niggas from back in high school

Do whatever while we skipping class

My dawgs don't even want her

She super fine but she got public cat

I'd dub a bougie bitch

I know that she can't hang with me

I like getting turnt up outside

While she like being under sheets

Probably have you round some shit

Your parents a never let you see

Is you gone hit this road

And break down all these Ps for me

Just wanna hear yo answer

I ain't gone have you round danger

If a nigga play wit my bae

I'd probably cut off all his fingers

Can't give my bitch no ass

Unless the tittes come out perfect

If you answer all these questions right

I might buy you a birkin

Nigga keep a dirty glock

I know he need to clean it

Don't sell no no no more

But somehow my phone still be ringing

Them 556s bring panties up

They running out they bridges

Niggas hating I don't do the extra

But still fuck all they bitches

Ain't gotta do too much

I know these hoes still gone get naked

She throwing that ass everywhere

She stand on cars and stand on tables

Had to gone do a Nardo flow

So y'all know that shit get wicked

I'll still go stomp a nigga out

No reason to use no blicky

These bitches getting beside they self

They think they bad but really not

I blame it on her stuck up friends

And them lame ass niggas buying twat

Y'all niggas be so green

Believing everything she told you

She begged to get you off yo pimping

Then cheated that's what hoes do

Don't press me bout yo ho

I got short term, don't know if I smashed

Next day might post his bitch on IG

I bet that nigga crash

She went in Saks and stuffed her purse

This lil hoe just like Del

They tell me i'm so nonchalant

I'm Boo son, I don't care

Daddy said don't play wit that gun

It ain't got no safety on it

She paying for my chops

Y'all niggas steady send y'all money to her

The things I do to her, I swear y'all don't want her

Y'all a be really sad

Could give two fucks about niggas DMing my bitch I don't care,

I know she bad