Songtexte Wicked - Euph0ria

To the people that hate me
Stop being lazy
If you got a problem
Push up on me Nigga
Stop sending bitches to handle ya business
If you set me up
I keep guns on me Nigga

Fa the bitches who try
Sendin shots at you bitches
And the niggas that hate me
Get put in a swisher
Opped out by a brother
My closest of niggas
He know I'm a killa
Ain't nobody realer then me

Its boutta get wicked
These niggas they really be bitches
If you got a problem then send it
You grievin ya homie
I'm sorry I'm taking too long
But I swear I'll get alla you finished
I'm sendin them shots at ya block
And this semi extended
Got fifty not all of missin
Window gatta be tinted
My niggas be up every night and we neva get tired of spinnin

You pressin my brotha
Then you got a problem wit me
Over him bitch it gatta get wicked
My loyalty deep
If I say that I love you
It come from the heart
Don't get scared of me switchin
Only thing ima switch is the switch on my Wesson
If they got a problem I tell em address it
That Nigga gone die if he get in my face
Paramedics arrive he'll be there where I left em

Niggas they envy
Dear Father Forgive Me
For clutchin a semi
I'm keeping my pistol
Got Niggas that hate me
Got bullets fa each
Bitch I'm playin fa keeps
My clip longer then pencils

Put drugs in my body
Got drugs in my mental
In love wit nobody
No love in my system
Popped out on a Nigga
He lucky I missed em
Put dick in his bitch
And right after he kissed her

He nasty, he trashy
These niggas upset
Talkin his shit now he gatta get wet
I put holes in his body
Whole clip in his chest
Double 5 wit a 6 bullets rippin his vest
If I gatta press em I'm takin his head
Thought he caught him a lick
Time to put em to rest
And a Nigga could rob em take all that he got
But I spotem I gotem
Been wanting em dead

These bitches ain't loyal
They really be lyin
They catch them a Nigga
They fuck em and fry em
That's really the reason these mamas be cryin
I'm sussin these bitches they try it they dying
They tell me I'm trippin for clutchin my iron
They tell me to leave it
I'm clutching it tighter
Fuck what they say
Set me up Ima fire
I'm rollin up niggas now get me a lighter

We made for each other
Me and my nine
God is my witness he put us together
It gatta get wicked
For alla you niggas and bitches who tryna be stupid and press me
Try to impress me
Nigga you want it than test me
Fuck it I'm down to get tested
And now it's fuck alla you Nigga
Now it's fuck alla you bitches
I'm tired of you switchin

To the people that hate me
Stop being lazy
If you got a problem
Push up on me Nigga
Stop sending bitches to handle ya business
If you set me up
I keep guns on me Nigga

Fa the bitches who try
Sendin shots at you bitches
And the niggas that hate me
Get put in a swisher
Opped out by a brother
My closest of niggas
He know I'm a killa
Ain't nobody realer then me

Its boutta get wicked
These niggas they really be bitches
If you got a problem then send it
You grievin ya homie
I'm sorry I'm taking too long
But I swear I'll get alla you finished
I'm sendin these shots at ya block
And this semi extended
Got fifty not all of missin
Window gatta be tinted
My niggas be up every night and we neva get tired of spinnin

Got a hunnid extended tucked under the mattress
You cappin
The pussy you get I could have it
If you had a twin then Im poppin em too just fa having the face
Guess he shouldn't have had it
Get em he runnin
I tuck it
Im hawkin em
Fuck it
These drugs i done made it a habit
Stop playin games if you really a menace
Come show me some shit
Nigga gone and get and active

Tell a fuck Nigga go and get active
Niggas be passive
He run like a track meet
Hot glock
Shot down from the backseat
If a Nigga get to runnin
Hawk em down like an athlete

Talk shit nigga gone and get wit it
Opp talkin you know Ima kill it
Fuck nigga I'm born to be wicked
You outta commission
What's the point in me Fuckin wit bitches?
These niggas be bitches

My finger was born to keep itchin
My switches was born to keep switchin
If you got a problem
Lil Nigga we solve it
My shootas got aim so you know we ain't missin
Fuck it

Na Na Na Na
Nigga stop runnin
You know you ain't nothin to me
My gun it go
Ra Ra Ra Ra
For all the fuck niggas who thinkin they fuckin wit me

Cha Cha Cha Cha
I got niggas shakin fa tryna chance it
Glock choreograph it be teachin em dances
My shorty be wetter then oceans Atlantic
My finger on trigga
My finger be planted