Wicked lyrics

[Intro: SSGKobe]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Whole lot of f*ckery, haha (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: SSGKobe]
(Fft) You know I'm sippin' on sizzurp (Yeah)
Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah)
Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft)
I got a baggie (Blatt)
He got shot down 'cause he flaggin' (Haha)
You run up on me, I'm blastin'
I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king
Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay)
I'm countin' a band (Hm, Alright)
I'm f*ckin' a fan (Hm, okay)
I think she a fan (Uh, okay)
I think she my b*tch (Hm, alright)
She wan' be my b*tch (Hm, okay)
She want that Versace (Hm, alright)
Told her, get her a job
Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz
Pushin' the whip, middle finger to cops
f*ckin' his ho and she screamin' to God
Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod
Eatin' good hibachi evеry day
Run on the squad with the gang, see the K
Usеd to be pus*y, you gangster today (Hm)
[Verse 1: SSGKobe]
Ha, you n*ggas gangster behind some music
Play with my gang, you know I'm shootin'
I'm taking off, rocket, no Houston
Sippin' on lean, pourin' the kill-sh*t
Look in my hand, it'll be a Kel-Tec
This b*tch annoying, you know I'm mutin'
These n*ggas broke, they steady milkin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Kankan]
These n*ggas broke, they steady milking (Yeah)
We brought the FNs right in the building (Ha)
His ho annoying, she keep tryna kick it (Yeah)
A-C-O-G scope, you know we ain't missing
I'm at the top, I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (No)
My b*tch, she toxic, yeah, she say she miss me (Yeah)
These n*ggas missin', they shootin' at children (Ha)
Bro in the trap, he done seen him a million (Yeah)
7.62, yeah, this sh*t get wicked
Them n*ggas broke, so you know they can't kick it
They wanna copy the wave, yeah, I get it
n*gga, free Will, yeah, you know he ain't missin', yeah
All of my n*ggas get to it, yeah
f*ck up that money, run through it, yeah
f*ckin' his ho, she ran through, huh
n*gga these hundreds still blue, yeah
Ayy, he not gang, we don't f*ck with you (Lame ass n*gga)
n*gga, them dracos come in twos
I let all these lil' hoes choose (Yeah)
One wrong move, put his ass on the news (Ha)
n*gga, yeah, I'm on M-box blues (Yeah)
And I just f*cked on his ho in the stu'
Chrome Hearts jeans, b*tch, these ain't Trues (Yeah)
[Chorus: SSGKobe]
(Fft) You know I'm sippin' on sizzurp (Yeah)
Look at my chain, it's a blizzard (Yeah)
Run up on me, see the blicky (Fft)
I got a baggie (Blatt)
He got shot down 'cause he flaggin' (Haha)
You run up on me, I'm blastin'
I-I'm on the top, I'm the Black king
Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay)
I'm countin' a band (Hm, Alright)
I'm f*ckin' a fan (Hm, okay)
I think she a fan (Uh, okay)
I think she my b*tch (Hm, alright)
She wan' be my b*tch (Hm, okay)
She want that Versace (Hm, alright)
Told her, get her a job
Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz
Pushin' the whip, middle finger to cops
f*ckin' his ho and she screamin' to God
Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod
Eatin' good hibachi every day
Run on the squad with the gang, see the K
Used to be pus*y, you gangster today (Hm)