"Is Dat Right?" lyrics
Wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Heard they wanna go there with us, who you feelin' like?
Skrrt through they shit one time, get his mind right
Lay low, wanna bounce out when the time right
Block on the back, now the cutter don't sound right
Back on the block, posted up at the buy right
(Fuck these niggas I don't like) Oh is that right?
(All them niggas some bitches) Oh is that right?
(Them niggas ain't really wicked) Oh is that right?
Check this lil nigga, fuck you too
And fuck everybody that hang with you
You ain't gotta like me, nigga your bitch do
If you wanna go to war, nigga, lace your boots
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
Just 'cause you pussy, you don't got nine lives
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
They must want their cousins and mama's to cry
No lie, I get cranky sometimes
Next thing you know, someone slanging my eye
Long as that blow, it don't the kind
Wicked rack, and regardless ain't picky with mine
Lot of shots like I'm driving a boat, but this ain't a boat bitch I'm pushing a steamer
Pull up to a nigga front door with a mop in my hand, I'm a personal cleaner
Give him a clip, he a streamer
Best shooting someone with your steamer
Cooling and clutching his heater
Put a box now the Glock got a ass like Trina
He ain't a blood, I'll tell him to get you
Turn around it's a .5 in your face, John Cena
Big bro from the XL, he a killer that laugh, he a real hyena
I'm shaking shit up again, I'm shaking shit up again
Lot of niggas stay dropping that bullshit
Keep 'em out the booth, don't let 'em back in
He making shit up again, he making shit up again
Please, please, please, keep him out the booth, don't let him back in
Heard they wanna go there with us, who you feelin' like?
Skrrt through they shit one time, get his mind right
Lay low, wanna bounce out when the time right
Block on the back, now the cutter don't sound right
Back on the block, posted up at the buy right
(Fuck these niggas I don't like) Oh is that right?
(All them niggas some bitches) Oh is that right?
(Them niggas ain't really wicked) Oh is that right?
Check this lil nigga, fuck you too
And fuck everybody that hang with you
You ain't gotta like me, nigga your bitch do
If you wanna go to war, nigga, lace your boots
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
Just 'cause you pussy, you don't got nine lives
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
They must want their cousins and mama's to cry
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Heard they wanna go there with us, who you feelin' like?
Skrrt through they shit one time, get his mind right
Lay low, wanna bounce out when the time right
Block on the back, now the cutter don't sound right
Back on the block, posted up at the buy right
(Fuck these niggas I don't like) Oh is that right?
(All them niggas some bitches) Oh is that right?
(Them niggas ain't really wicked) Oh is that right?
Check this lil nigga, fuck you too
And fuck everybody that hang with you
You ain't gotta like me, nigga your bitch do
If you wanna go to war, nigga, lace your boots
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
Just 'cause you pussy, you don't got nine lives
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
They must want their cousins and mama's to cry
No lie, I get cranky sometimes
Next thing you know, someone slanging my eye
Long as that blow, it don't the kind
Wicked rack, and regardless ain't picky with mine
Lot of shots like I'm driving a boat, but this ain't a boat bitch I'm pushing a steamer
Pull up to a nigga front door with a mop in my hand, I'm a personal cleaner
Give him a clip, he a streamer
Best shooting someone with your steamer
Cooling and clutching his heater
Put a box now the Glock got a ass like Trina
He ain't a blood, I'll tell him to get you
Turn around it's a .5 in your face, John Cena
Big bro from the XL, he a killer that laugh, he a real hyena
I'm shaking shit up again, I'm shaking shit up again
Lot of niggas stay dropping that bullshit
Keep 'em out the booth, don't let 'em back in
He making shit up again, he making shit up again
Please, please, please, keep him out the booth, don't let him back in
Heard they wanna go there with us, who you feelin' like?
Skrrt through they shit one time, get his mind right
Lay low, wanna bounce out when the time right
Block on the back, now the cutter don't sound right
Back on the block, posted up at the buy right
(Fuck these niggas I don't like) Oh is that right?
(All them niggas some bitches) Oh is that right?
(Them niggas ain't really wicked) Oh is that right?
Check this lil nigga, fuck you too
And fuck everybody that hang with you
You ain't gotta like me, nigga your bitch do
If you wanna go to war, nigga, lace your boots
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
Just 'cause you pussy, you don't got nine lives
What the fuck be wrong with these guys?
They must want their cousins and mama's to cry
Writer(s): Horace Walls
