Glokk40Spaz & OsamaSon - Wicked
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
K got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched
He don't want no beef and we poppin' that potato barrel on fye
Ten letter shit, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties
He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pussy boy with the disguise, huh
Russian AK, I don't really play games
Young nigga with me psyched, crashin' 'bout some stains
Police tryna say that I'm the leader of my gang, well, they lame
I go rob about it, don't diss on TK
Think my gang just look cool walkin' out with K's
We left that boy top off just like a toupée
You play, catch a fifty-round drum 'round this way
It's a hundred-round drum on the bottom of that Drac', huh
I did drug deals with niggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches call me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan')
When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that bitch is gon' need a new lung
I don't play 'bout the disrespect, I put that on my set, I catch you, better pull out your gun
The bank got a hundred checks, I get her pussy wet, I'ma fuck the ho 'cause I'm the don
Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that shit feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with this new gun
Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby, spank your ass just like my son
We catch the opp lackin' and then we start laughin', that shit be so fun
And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons
Y'all niggas is pussy, put that on my mom
When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong
Cal had the Draco 'fore I made this song
Cal had a hundred-round, double drum
Seventeen bands just to pay my bond
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Yeah, I can't do a song with you
Look, cross you out the picture
Brand-new switch, still fuck my trigger
I ain't gon' kick it no more
This chopper got kick like judo
Perc' 15, bitch, you know
BL, slime you out for my woah
Hella M's, no Wallo
Lambo truck, fucked up a pothole
Brand-new pack just came in, Gelato
Dra-Draco go wherever I go
Walk down, this lil' play right here, that lil' bitch shed a tear
I love pourin' so much lean, finna geek the whole damn year
Flexin', singin' in the mirror
Hellcat go too fast, can't steer
Goin' broke nothin', man, I'm just livin' shit I feared
Boy, this shit can get wicked
Got your main ho slime tryna get with me
Pour up, flex, sip and get with me
Pour up, flex, sip and get with me
[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Me and Sumo post up back of the Crystal Lake
7.62 hit the boy stomach, he got a bellyache
Two bodies, one bang, 'cause niggas keep talking 'bout they renegade
If I pop this Perc', on God, I'm gon' levitate, huh
Bitch, this the Mobb, walk in thirty deep
GF 'til I die, nigga, we don't play for keeps
Grabbin' my heat, catch me on the street
You living that life, man, this shit gon' get steep
Cap or die, man, we shoot Glocks out the Jeep
Take him through the swamp, know that boy just peed
I'm with real shooters and them niggas elite
Bought a thirty clip and went and shot a movie
On twin, we gon' shoot that bitch up two-deep
I fucked the ho, fucked her room up, ain't leave it neat
Tryna fuck the opp sister, she gon' eat
When I was locked up, nobody wanna talk to me
Shawty a green bean, chop 'em broccoli
Vamp shit been poppin', they know ain't no stoppin' me
Glizzy in the attic just for emergencies
Stick on a nigga, no, ain't no purging me
Send the blitz on me, I'm waitin' patiently
Run in the trap, nigga, ain't no vacancy
God only one that finna be takin' me
We havin' crack like the '80s
K got the Draco and I got the Glizzy, you know we get psyched
He don't want no beef and we poppin' that potato barrel on fye
Ten letter shit, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties
He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pussy boy with the disguise, huh
Russian AK, I don't really play games
Young nigga with me psyched, crashin' 'bout some stains
Police tryna say that I'm the leader of my gang, well, they lame
I go rob about it, don't diss on TK
Think my gang just look cool walkin' out with K's
We left that boy top off just like a toupée
You play, catch a fifty-round drum 'round this way
It's a hundred-round drum on the bottom of that Drac', huh
I did drug deals with niggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, I let bitches call me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan')
When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that bitch is gon' need a new lung
I don't play 'bout the disrespect, I put that on my set, I catch you, better pull out your gun
The bank got a hundred checks, I get her pussy wet, I'ma fuck the ho 'cause I'm the don
Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that shit feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with this new gun
Y'all niggas some kids, I treat you like a baby, spank your ass just like my son
We catch the opp lackin' and then we start laughin', that shit be so fun
And them niggas ain't did shit to me, them boys peons
Y'all niggas is pussy, put that on my mom
When I got that glizzy on me, I'm not wrong
Cal had the Draco 'fore I made this song
Cal had a hundred-round, double drum
Seventeen bands just to pay my bond
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Yeah, I can't do a song with you
Look, cross you out the picture
Brand-new switch, still fuck my trigger
I ain't gon' kick it no more
This chopper got kick like judo
Perc' 15, bitch, you know
BL, slime you out for my woah
Hella M's, no Wallo
Lambo truck, fucked up a pothole
Brand-new pack just came in, Gelato
Dra-Draco go wherever I go
Walk down, this lil' play right here, that lil' bitch shed a tear
I love pourin' so much lean, finna geek the whole damn year
Flexin', singin' in the mirror
Hellcat go too fast, can't steer
Goin' broke nothin', man, I'm just livin' shit I feared
Boy, this shit can get wicked
Got your main ho slime tryna get with me
Pour up, flex, sip and get with me
Pour up, flex, sip and get with me
[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Me and Sumo post up back of the Crystal Lake
7.62 hit the boy stomach, he got a bellyache
Two bodies, one bang, 'cause niggas keep talking 'bout they renegade
If I pop this Perc', on God, I'm gon' levitate, huh
Bitch, this the Mobb, walk in thirty deep
GF 'til I die, nigga, we don't play for keeps
Grabbin' my heat, catch me on the street
You living that life, man, this shit gon' get steep
Cap or die, man, we shoot Glocks out the Jeep
Take him through the swamp, know that boy just peed
I'm with real shooters and them niggas elite
Bought a thirty clip and went and shot a movie
On twin, we gon' shoot that bitch up two-deep
I fucked the ho, fucked her room up, ain't leave it neat
Tryna fuck the opp sister, she gon' eat
When I was locked up, nobody wanna talk to me
Shawty a green bean, chop 'em broccoli
Vamp shit been poppin', they know ain't no stoppin' me
Glizzy in the attic just for emergencies
Stick on a nigga, no, ain't no purging me
Send the blitz on me, I'm waitin' patiently
Run in the trap, nigga, ain't no vacancy
God only one that finna be takin' me
We havin' crack like the '80s
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