Wicked lyrics

[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 sh*t, Baby Goat, we got all types of ties
He a wannabe gangster, we caught that lil' pus*y boy with the disguise, huh
Russian AK, I don't really play games
Young n*gga 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 n*ggas, I could've took off and they wasn't gon' have nothin'
I ain't gon' lie, I let b*tches call me out and I ain't do nothin' (Nan')
When I get off house arrest, you better cut the check or that b*tch 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 pus*y wet, I'ma f*ck the ho 'cause I'm the don
Hundred bands in a duffle bag, that sh*t feel like a ton
I don't do romance, will you take this dance? We gon' molly whop with this new gun
Y'all n*ggas 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 sh*t be so fun
And them n*ggas ain't did sh*t to me, them boys peons
Y'all n*ggas is pus*y, 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 f*ck my trigger
I ain't gon' kick it no more
This chopper got kick like judo
Perc' 15, b*tch, you know
BL, slime you out for my woah
Hella M's, no Wallo
Lambo truck, f*cked 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' b*tch 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' sh*t I feared
Boy, this sh*t 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 pain, 'cause n*ggas keep talking 'bout they renegade
If I pop this Perc', on God, I'm gon' levitate, huh
b*tch, this the Mobb, walk in thirty deep
GF 'til I die, n*gga, we don't play for keeps
Grabbin' my heat, catch me on the street
You living that life, man, this sh*t 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 n*ggas elite
Bought a thirty clip and went and shot a movie
On twin, we gon' shoot that b*tch up two-deep
I f*cked the ho, f*cked her room up, ain't leave it neat
Tryna f*ck the opp sister, she gon' eat
When I was locked up, nobody wanna talk to me
Shawty a green bean, chop 'em broccoli
Vamp sh*t been poppin', they know ain't no stoppin' me
Glizzy in the attic just for emergencies
Stick on a n*gga, no, ain't no purging me
Send the blitz on me, I'm waitin' patiently
Run in the trap, n*gga, ain't no vacancy
God only one that finna be takin' me
We havin' crack like the '80s