[Intro]
Like, grrah-grrah-grrah (It get wicked)
Every opp shot, nigga (Why you talkin' on Notti, nigga?)
EBK, nigga
It's Blockwork bitch, like
(It’s Jieken, by the way)
[Chorus]
It get wicked, it get wild
I can see that they stealin' my style (Grrah)
I'ma dump, I'ma shoot out the crowd
I got aim, I ain't hittin' no child, like
.40 kickin', this shit kinda loud
I'm goin' up, I'm makin' mama proud, like
I'm a king in this bitch, make 'em bow (What?)
Cheddar Blu? That nigga milk
If I see Setty, get popped like a pill
I'm a demon I don't got no chill
Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill
[Post-Chorus]
He a bitch, he was runnin' away
Click, I'm tryna shoot at his face
I cannot wait 'till he dead in the grave
And I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK
I'm on my block with the knocks every day
[Verse 1]
Wedgie man, are you okay?
Shoot or get shot, you got shot by a girl
And your sis' caught a shot to thе waist
Like, what did you do for the gang?
B-Lovee a bitch, he ain't lеt it bang (Damn)
And brodie, I know you remember that day
Like, creep, I'm tryna see where he lay
He tried to run, put the beam on his face
Oh shit, I don't know what to say
You a bitch, you just wanted to be DOA
Like, Noah got put to the test
Like, how you get beat in your chest?
I heard Yellow got hit in his neck
I smoke number five, this shit got me dead, like
I'm tryna flock with the pegs, like
It's been two years, I'm smoking your deads
[Chorus]
It get wicked, it get wild
I can see that they stealin' my style
I'ma dump, I'ma shoot out the crowd
I got aim, I ain't hittin' no child, like
.40 kickin', this shit kinda loud
I'm goin' up, I'm makin' mama proud, like (Up all night)
I'm a king in this bitch, make 'em bow (Bow)
Cheddar Blu? That nigga milk
If I see Setty, get popped like a pill
I'm a demon I don't got no chill
Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill
[Verse 2]
Like grrah, like grrah, grrah
New gun, I'm tryna shoot it
These niggas cappin' and lyin' in music
Push up on me, you gotta be stupid
I go kuu with the G, bitch, I know how to use it (Like)
And Spongy a bixty, a leg
He one them niggas that don't got a head (What?)
He just doin' everything they said
Like, nigga, we made you the driver
You ain't spinnin' my block, you a liar (Facts)
Chase 'em down, I won't stop 'till I'm tired
Lay died with his clothes in the dryer
I'm 'bout to blow, I'm on fire
My bitch a gangster, so don't try her
I'm 'bout to drive, I'll never retire (Never)
D&D, nigga, pass me a lighter (Pass it)
I'm a flock 'em, really not a fighter (I'm not)
Leave a hole in his shirt like a tire
He a rat, he got a wire
Nazzy, Bobby, they get me higher (Bobby)
Like grrah, like grrah (Come here)
Outside I've been puttin' in pain (Aaah)
100 shots if they talkin' on Caine
Walk down gang, tryna aim
I'm tryna put this red beam on his brain (Grrah)
In a foreign, I'm changin' my lane
Poppa Jiggy, that's my favourite strain, like
Grrah, aah, aah
OG-K. tell 'em "Slide" if they feelin' a way
I'm on the 5 (Grrah), or the 8
G-Lock on the side on my waist
Get low from the Ds, they tryna chase, like
Like damn, give me some space
.38 I ain't leavin' no trace (Not trace)
Mask on, don't face, no case
I'm tryna send a goofy up to space (Nigga)
[Chorus]
It get wicked, it get wild
I can see that they stealin' my style (Like)
I'ma dump I'ma shoot out the crowd
I got aim I ain't hittin' no child, like
.40 kickin' this shit kinda loud
Goin' up I'm makin' mama proud
I'm a king in this bitch make 'em bow, like
Cheddar Blu? That nigga milked
If I see Set' he get popped like a pill
I'm a demon I don't got no chill
Nigga, who switched sides? I'm on the Hill
[Post-Chorus]
He a bitch, he was runnin' away
Click, I'm tryna shoot at his face
I cannot wait 'till he dead in the grave
And I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK
I'm on my block with the knocks every day
[Outro]
Wedgie man, wedgie man, and I'm talkin' 'bout Sha EK (Wedgie man, wedgie man, what the fuck?)
I'm on my block with the (He got a wedgie)
I'm on my block with the knocks every day
And I'm talkin' bout Sha EK (Wedgie man, wedgie man, what the fuck, wedgie man)