GET WICKED

If you don’t like the hustle baby, get a ball player

The way I’m smoking all these tracks, I need some pallbearers

Blew a quarter of a milly, that’s a small error

I just gotta hustle up and get it back, right?

But I grew up in the city ‘round the bad guys

They just here for a good, not a long time

They just wanna get a Rollie, get it baptized

And they don’t give a fuck the ship about to capsize

(Hey hey hey hey)

Summer heating up, know it get wicked

I just wanna live forever, die litty

Stack the paper so tall it’s like Wemby

This more like ZackTV not Disney

If you don’t get it, you don’t wanna, just don’t fuck up my groove

Look I got something to prove

I had a million dollar vision way before I had tools

Now I’m just seeing it through and I could never let a lame come and fuck up my mood

And since I’m dropping these jewels

**** tell you how to do, but they never do, or did

Last person gave me advice, I wigged

Only I can come up with some shit like this

I was thirteen selling tapes, Sway is you serious?

Never seen Tri on nine and not ten

If I don’t get it like right now, then **** when

Cause all I know is .44s going off in the wind

Know it get wicked

Yah yah yah

Know it get wicked

Yeah yeah yeah

Know it get wicked