FloccMyers - Wicked Lyrics

This shit get wicked
I stay with it
10 toes

I was really in that kitchen
With them pots and a stove

Hit target from a far
Telescope on the pole

Jumped off that porch
Then I went north
Now my racks
Don't fold

This shit get wicked
I stay with it
10 toes

I was really in that kitchen
With them pots and a stove

Hit target from a far
Telescope on the pole

Jumped off that porch
Then I went north
Now my racks
Don't fold

I need all my extra
Work my wrist
I scrap the bowl

Extendo on my glock
17 that's what it hold

I can't go out sad
Never naked
Bitch I'm clutching

Hit it from the back
I Keep my jewels
On when I f*ck ha

They hate to see me
Coming
Talk shit when
I'm not around

But when I'm in they presents
Them niggas don't make a sound

Keep a hitta to my left
Another hitta to my right
It's not up for discussion
Bitch we bussing
We don't fight

That boy thought
That he was Fly
I knock his plane
Out of flight
All my shooters
TTG
I'm in the city with
That pack

If you need it
Then I got
Just make sure
You hit back

If them jays hit the front
Then we pilling out the back
No matter what we make it

Happen that's a fact
Bitch I don't cap

I had before rap
I was joogin out the trap

Catch em at the redlight
Harold and Kane

Them 223 tip thru walls
Ain't no hiding bitch
We coming

Turn a Sunday
To a hearse day
When them choppas
Get to thumping

I'm not frontin
Bitch I'm with it

If you want it
You can get it

My lil hittas
They don't play

They don't talk
They just spray
Got this shit out the muddy
My cup extra muddy

Fully loaded in this bitch
I'm in a stolo With a stick

I got a brick around my neck
I got a car around my wrist
That boy talking out his neck
I check his name off my list

It get hectic
Automatic weapons
That's how we stepping

Yo bitch messy
Watch how you move
Cause she be telling

Catch you slipping
That mac spitting

Hollow hit yo melon