Wicked Lyrics

Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh

(Rockstargang bitch)

Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh

(I love you, Trey)

Uh wicked, uh

Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh, uh

Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh, uh

Neck, wrist cost a ticket, uh

Watch em glisten, uh

She's popped a xanax off my blicky, uh

She's so frisky, uh

She's so, Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh, uh

Uh wicked, uh, uh wicked, uh

Okayy

New Vet drive like it's stolen, nah I don't recall it

Say she wanna put it on me, took a whiff, that pussy potent, eww

He can have a back, he'll walk in with that mac

He'll let it ra- da- tat-, got it, aimed at his back

We'll wait, in the car, we'll watch for the law

If they show, we'll spin the block thinkin' bout the goyard bag

Get it for my bitch, I swear if one of y'all snitch

Put a blade on a switch, let it leak until it click

She gon' pop a Plan B after I hit, but that's your bitch

Before he turned on the gang, that nigga asked for protection

Chopper with a scope, teach a fuck nigga a lesson

Don't need light to shine, cause my diamonds, they iridescent

My niggas real hitters, that'll hit you up

So much envy and jealousy, cause the jeweler made my wrist sicker

Don't tell me that figure, tell me the next figure

Then the next figure, run through hoes like checks, nigga

I've been on my grind, I might not go to sleep till next week

Talk shit on the guys, you must really want your ass beat

Ballin' like I'm Gatsby, vroom, vroom, you can't catch me

Bullets hawk him down, track meet

Whoa, whoa, whoa, in my cup, oh, I can't stand me

Oh, oh, oh, them hoes choke, Mary, Kate, Ashley

In the cheeks like, okay, Sandy, beach house sippin' on brandy

Wanna slip off her panties, she pop XO's like candy

Give a fuck who understand me, bro do a drive by in a Camry

Camry came straight from Annie, bitch, I'm the man, I don't even have to tell none of you hoes

Me and bro played pick and roll, threw the lob and got him gone

He a Pack 3 5, I ain't smoke him i sold him

Getting my profit, that's important

Left the seams, ain't even sort it

Ain't no G still bagged your shorty

Too bad, all my hoes imported

Uh, wicked, uh

Uh, wicked, uh

Uh, uh, uh

(Rockstar gang bitch)

Uh, wicked, uh

Uh, wicked, uh

Uh, uh

(I love you, Trey)