Wick b*tch lyrics

[Verse]
We give out headshots, so you know it's f*ck the dead opps
Police on our ass, so you know we can't even play the block
Still post up on Drexel, that's my favorite block
Don't ride through that tweakin', got a lot of Glocks
Weak sh*t, man, you record all that weak sh*t?
I got extra bullets for every time you say a sneak diss
I gotta tell lil' bro to chill, he on some tweak sh*t
But if I tell lil' bro to go, he RIP sh*t, gang sh*t
Hell naw, we ain't no lames, b*tch
Every time we took a loss, the opps got the same sh*t
I ain't have to go reload, I just change clips
I don't care about no bodies, I got the same blick
You lost yo' mans and you really ain't gon' slide about him?
You hit the stu' the same day and made a track about him
We lost our mans, same day somebody clapped about him
I ain't gon' say to much, the feds want me to rap about it
f*ck the feds 'cause I know they watchin' a n*gga
f*ck the judge and the state, they say I'm a problem, n*gga
2016, we drew 100k on [?] n*gga
I was in and out the bank, my momma had a problem with it
I put my life on the line, slugs in the 9
I lost blood to this sh*t, I had my momma cryin'
I did some sh*t that I don't regret, I had to do some time
Catch a body, do a sentence, that's for one of mine
Got a few labels tryna sign a n*gga
They ain't talkin' what I'm talkin', I'm declinin' all them b*tches
And every time you see me ride, we got sticks in all these Glizzies
But you can't see in my whip, five percent on all these windows
We on that hot sh*t, whole city know we drop sh*t
Them n*ggas really lame and I swear they ain't on nothin'
Got this b*tch to the crib, we got it bussin'
It wasn't hard, I'm Drill Wick, it wasn't nothin'
Headshot, you ain't never seen a dead opp
Yeah, I might joke and smile a lot but I don't play with opps
Got the Glock 19, that's my favorite Glock
But if you know me then you know I tote the Drac' a lot
It's Wick, b*tch, so you know we out with six sticks
Everytime I pick his b*tch up, I make her lick di*k
We got moves around this b*tch, I might just switch whips
Better keep it cool around here, I might just blick sh*t
It's Wick, b*tch, might get big bro on the remix
Fresh cut, waves in, make yo' b*tch sea sick
We sick, we tryna see you dead like leaks, b*tch
Yeah, I got better but I started on some weak sh*t
[Outro]
Gang
b*tch-ass n*ggas
Free the gang
f*ck the opps
You know what the f*ck goin' on