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Wicked, wicked, ay, ay, ay, yeah Feel that, that's a real chain right there, you feel me? I got big rocks on the wrist, you know Wicked, wicked, ay Big boy villain back in this Back in the studio, you dig You know I'm feelin' like the real big boss again, you know Actually runnin' the shit around here, you know I'm startin' to feel like the sheriff of the town (oh yeah, Ouhboy, this shit bangin') Walkin' through the town like sheriff (whoo) Niggas know that I don't come to play, ayy Iced out bags on the torso, uh Stars all on my chain Pussy don't want no smoke, uh Lay yo' ass down for the train, ay Walkin' 'round town with a handgun On momma, I got good aim What's in the booth, six in the shooter Point it at a bitch nigga, reach for the skies Thick lil mama, fresh out the oven Said, hold on, can I get a piece of that pie? Bands real big, pockets got fat like my wallet ate high fat, grease on the fries Hop on the beat, turn it to a jam Got 'em all sayin', oh, that boy slide Yeah, I got money comin' in my bank On the opp block while I smoke my dank Spin it in the whip, got all black paint I do shit for real but this ain't no prank Told her I'ma make it out the ghetto, started stackin' paper like Legos Hoppin' out with all my fellows, like, hey, bitch, hello Fah, fah, fah, now he dancin' with the devil Hoppin' out the coupe, me and my partner Real good aim, we ain't no archers Gettin' my paper, Peter, no Parker Kick him out the ship, he was an imposter Hey, you know I got horses in it Throw a box in the river had a corpse in it Too smooth, I don't put no force in it I be ballin' like sports, no courts with it Walkin' through the town like sheriff (whoo) Niggas know that I don't come to play, ayy Iced out bags on the torso, uh Stars all on my chain Pussy don't want no smoke, uh Lay yo' ass down for the train, ay Walkin' 'round town with a handgun On momma, I got good aim, ay What's in the booth, six in the shooter Point it at a bitch nigga, reach for the skies Thick lil mama, fresh out the oven Said, hold on, can I get a piece of that pie? Bands real big, pockets got fat like my wallet ate high fat, grease on the fries Hop on the beat, turn it to a jam Got 'em all sayin', oh, that boy slide