Got the glizzy wit me it gets wicked riding thru the city
Heard she wanna kick it I aint tricking she say come and get me
Lil bro got a semi and this glizzy this bitch got a 50
Outside in the street I keep the heat so dont be f*cking wit me
Niggas think its sweet until I creep and leave em in them sheets
Roll up on em imma make him dance the Glock gon make a beat
Pick yo bitch up she gone drop my pants and get to sucking meat
If you want it better have that sack cus aint no robbing me
Hell nah I cant give it back I stuffed it in my jeans
We gone tweak turning to a pack and smoke em like og
You dont wanna see 200 shots come bouncing out the jeep
Mexican patnas trynna send the pounds they charge 15 a key
Push up on em caught him outta bounds now he resting in peace
Heard he had it on him but he trynna run he aint quick wit his feet
Yea she classy but I got lil baby wet inna bed she a freak
Sipping this mud I be pouring up dont ask what's in my drink
They know I get active in these streets bitch I call the shots
Fiends hitting my phone going crazy they know lock it up
Pull up to yo hood wit some new sticks im finna light it up
Niggas whispering talking like a bitch cus they cant f*ck wit us
Inna trenches hoping we get rich but dont you try yo luck
I aint like the vibe I kicked her out cus she aint trynna f*ck
Yo lil homie died you still aint slide dont put his picture up
You come outside hoe you scary why you bitching up
Stepping on yo block wit this lil mm mm thinking we flicking up
Bitch aye gang they think we flicking up gang
I can get that money gone and spend it make it right back
If you aint talking money ion listen go get side tracked
Speeding going 100 or 150 in that new cat
Blast off like a rocket they aint see it but they knew that
You niggas bitches man yall know yall goofy we be clutching toolies
We shooting movies my niggas be crazy we dont fw groupies
Im finna lose it yall niggas retarted yall be acting stupid
We leave him clueless cluesless we get hit his crib before they try to lose it
They gone abuse him he cant gone nowhere cus they gone try to use him
He let off several shots bet we gone whip this pot and try to use it
He want his head shot now thats a dead opp my niggas ruthless
Bro what the f*ck what you got going on yall must think that im stupid
Wicked Video (MV)
Performed By: Trap Babies
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Anthony Hal, Bishop Smith, Rafael Smith
Trap Babies - Wicked Lyrics
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English
Got the glizzy wit me it gets wicked riding thru the city
Heard she wanna kick it I aint tricking she say come and get me
Lil bro got a semi and this glizzy this bitch got a 50
Outside in the street I keep the heat so dont be f*cking wit me
Niggas think its sweet until I creep and leave em in them sheets
Roll up on em imma make him dance the Glock gon make a beat
Pick yo bitch up she gone drop my pants and get to sucking meat
If you want it better have that sack cus aint no robbing me
Hell nah I cant give it back I stuffed it in my jeans
We gone tweak turning to a pack and smoke em like og
You dont wanna see 200 shots come bouncing out the jeep
Mexican patnas trynna send the pounds they charge 15 a key
Push up on em caught him outta bounds now he resting in peace
Heard he had it on him but he trynna run he aint quick wit his feet
Yea she classy but I got lil baby wet inna bed she a freak
Sipping this mud I be pouring up dont ask what's in my drink
They know I get active in these streets bitch I call the shots
Fiends hitting my phone going crazy they know lock it up
Pull up to yo hood wit some new sticks im finna light it up
Niggas whispering talking like a bitch cus they cant f*ck wit us
Inna trenches hoping we get rich but dont you try yo luck
I aint like the vibe I kicked her out cus she aint trynna f*ck
Yo lil homie died you still aint slide dont put his picture up
You come outside hoe you scary why you bitching up
Stepping on yo block wit this lil mm mm thinking we flicking up
Bitch aye gang they think we flicking up gang
I can get that money gone and spend it make it right back
If you aint talking money ion listen go get side tracked
Speeding going 100 or 150 in that new cat
Blast off like a rocket they aint see it but they knew that
You niggas bitches man yall know yall goofy we be clutching toolies
We shooting movies my niggas be crazy we dont fw groupies
Im finna lose it yall niggas retarted yall be acting stupid
We leave him clueless cluesless we get hit his crib before they try to lose it
They gone abuse him he cant gone nowhere cus they gone try to use him
He let off several shots bet we gone whip this pot and try to use it
He want his head shot now thats a dead opp my niggas ruthless
Bro what the f*ck what you got going on yall must think that im stupid
Heard she wanna kick it I aint tricking she say come and get me
Lil bro got a semi and this glizzy this bitch got a 50
Outside in the street I keep the heat so dont be f*cking wit me
Niggas think its sweet until I creep and leave em in them sheets
Roll up on em imma make him dance the Glock gon make a beat
Pick yo bitch up she gone drop my pants and get to sucking meat
If you want it better have that sack cus aint no robbing me
Hell nah I cant give it back I stuffed it in my jeans
We gone tweak turning to a pack and smoke em like og
You dont wanna see 200 shots come bouncing out the jeep
Mexican patnas trynna send the pounds they charge 15 a key
Push up on em caught him outta bounds now he resting in peace
Heard he had it on him but he trynna run he aint quick wit his feet
Yea she classy but I got lil baby wet inna bed she a freak
Sipping this mud I be pouring up dont ask what's in my drink
They know I get active in these streets bitch I call the shots
Fiends hitting my phone going crazy they know lock it up
Pull up to yo hood wit some new sticks im finna light it up
Niggas whispering talking like a bitch cus they cant f*ck wit us
Inna trenches hoping we get rich but dont you try yo luck
I aint like the vibe I kicked her out cus she aint trynna f*ck
Yo lil homie died you still aint slide dont put his picture up
You come outside hoe you scary why you bitching up
Stepping on yo block wit this lil mm mm thinking we flicking up
Bitch aye gang they think we flicking up gang
I can get that money gone and spend it make it right back
If you aint talking money ion listen go get side tracked
Speeding going 100 or 150 in that new cat
Blast off like a rocket they aint see it but they knew that
You niggas bitches man yall know yall goofy we be clutching toolies
We shooting movies my niggas be crazy we dont fw groupies
Im finna lose it yall niggas retarted yall be acting stupid
We leave him clueless cluesless we get hit his crib before they try to lose it
They gone abuse him he cant gone nowhere cus they gone try to use him
He let off several shots bet we gone whip this pot and try to use it
He want his head shot now thats a dead opp my niggas ruthless
Bro what the f*ck what you got going on yall must think that im stupid
Writer: Anthony Hal, Bishop Smith, Rafael Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © ELITE EMBASSY, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © ELITE EMBASSY, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC