"Get Wicked" lyrics
Hmm (Woah)
Hmm (Woah)
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping (Chapo)
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him
If he never needed me, I need him
If he ever call me, then I'll be there
I rock out and bring the Drac' until woe call me
I flex on them boys, they like, "Glokk40, stop it"
I walk in this bitch, I'm like, "What the fuck mobbin'?"
Good bitches 'round me tryna do molly
I'm gettin' some money, I ain't dodging him
When I see him, he know what's up with him
Nigga act hard only in his adlibs
Chopper gon' hit him, make him do a backflip
I shoot at my opps, I don't need no practice
Sosa be fucked up all that Actavis
She throw me off, I don't like that cappin' shit
I need a hundred, nigga, I wanna be bathin' in it
I ain't gon' cap, nigga, I been patient with it
Ain't gon' lie, I'm not into basic bitches
Them niggas hoes, boy, I rock every minutes
Nigga, I blow, nigga, I ain't stuntin', nigga, I rock every henchman
Talkin' 'bout that mob, nigga, I ain't playin', nigga, we'll go get 'em
Young nigga with these bitches, nigga, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Pimpin')
Nigga need to mind his business
Zone 6 shit, nigga need to mind his business (Zone 6)
Kilo said we don't leave and leave no witness (Hell nah)
I do the job and I go end it
I'll whack everybody, I'm not picky (Picky)
I don't love her, I love this blicky
We not trustin' these bitches, they tricky
She wanna just hang with the damn band, baby
I'm not trippin', nigga, but these throwed-off niggas with me, baby
Huh, and I'm tryna do that fuckin' mission, baby
I slide, nigga, just go AK me
And I meant my cousin, I don't talk to Davie
Popped his ass, left his body achin' (Popped his ass)
Rocked his ass, left his body shakin' (Rocked his ass)
Hmm
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him
Hmm (Woah)
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping (Chapo)
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him
If he never needed me, I need him
If he ever call me, then I'll be there
I rock out and bring the Drac' until woe call me
I flex on them boys, they like, "Glokk40, stop it"
I walk in this bitch, I'm like, "What the fuck mobbin'?"
Good bitches 'round me tryna do molly
I'm gettin' some money, I ain't dodging him
When I see him, he know what's up with him
Nigga act hard only in his adlibs
Chopper gon' hit him, make him do a backflip
I shoot at my opps, I don't need no practice
Sosa be fucked up all that Actavis
She throw me off, I don't like that cappin' shit
I need a hundred, nigga, I wanna be bathin' in it
I ain't gon' cap, nigga, I been patient with it
Ain't gon' lie, I'm not into basic bitches
Them niggas hoes, boy, I rock every minutes
Nigga, I blow, nigga, I ain't stuntin', nigga, I rock every henchman
Talkin' 'bout that mob, nigga, I ain't playin', nigga, we'll go get 'em
Young nigga with these bitches, nigga, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Pimpin')
Nigga need to mind his business
Zone 6 shit, nigga need to mind his business (Zone 6)
Kilo said we don't leave and leave no witness (Hell nah)
I do the job and I go end it
I'll whack everybody, I'm not picky (Picky)
I don't love her, I love this blicky
We not trustin' these bitches, they tricky
She wanna just hang with the damn band, baby
I'm not trippin', nigga, but these throwed-off niggas with me, baby
Huh, and I'm tryna do that fuckin' mission, baby
I slide, nigga, just go AK me
And I meant my cousin, I don't talk to Davie
Popped his ass, left his body achin' (Popped his ass)
Rocked his ass, left his body shakin' (Rocked his ass)
Hmm
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him
