"Wicked" lyrics

(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)
Ayy

This shit get wicked
Better watch them ones you involve in your business
Same niggas say they love you, they'll switch you
They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em
The fakest niggas talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em

Finna cash out on this mansion, I'm goin' bigger than Clifford
I'm ridin' 'round with a dime, got a bitch that's badder than SZA
Niggas gon' die ridin' around, tryna listen to Bryson Tiller
Left hand grippin' on the wheel and my right hand grippin' my pistol
You better not be up on no thot, 'cause that bitch might be tryna give me too
Leave that streamin' shit to Kai or tell the chat how you gon' die for views
That bitch tryna act like she a saint, but I know she done fucked all kind of dudes
I feel like a breakdancer nigga, I done pulled off all kind of moves

This shit get wicked
Better watch them ones you involve in your business
Same niggas say they love you, they'll switch you
They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em
The fakest niggas talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em

Uh, and I'on feel it
And the only ones that's buyin' all they bullshit is these children
Ever since they felt that hot shit, they ain't been out in a minute
Don't compare me to them niggas, bitch, I did this independent
I spent a nigga house on a diamonds that's in my pendant
Tryna make sure that my nigga mental right while doin' his sentence
I can show you how to take a nigga whole block and then bend it
I can show you how to take a empty bag and then get in it
Huh, I'm talm 'bout innit

This shit get wicked
Better watch them ones you involve in your business
Same niggas say they love you, they'll switch you
They'll stab you and then turn around and ask you to forgive 'em
The fakest niggas talk the realest shit and I'on feel 'em