Lyrics Wicked - Polo Redd

Yeah
Go crazy
MG (whew)

My nigga wicked wicked, still tote them blickies
Whole crew solid nigga, we don't fuck wit Mickeys
On my gangsta shit, got the pole in the Dickies
That's two dicks for ya bitch, if she feeling picky
Yeah, I'm on my gangsta shit
Cruise the city, top down, with the baddest bitch
Got a slit in her gown and a icy wrist
Hit the ground running, no denying this

Me and lil boo we in a coupe
Grab the pack, bout to head to the room
Hit the gas, know the vibes, change the mood
Next money move, know what we gone do
Tear the strip up, more ones than strip clubs
Narcs run up, you know we bout to flush
My nigga swallowed a bag, now he feeling that
If a opp send a shot, bitch, we send em back
This real life this ain't cinematic
Chewing pills, bitch, it's been a habit
Collecting funds, bitch, that's automatic
Got all these carats, now they call me rabbit
Stop all that cappin, you rapping, we laughing
Don't want that action, we scrapping, you napping
I knock 'em down like a Lego
Shoot 'em in his head, now his brains on the table
I'm in her belly like a navel
By myself, I don't fuck wit you neighbors
That pistol shooting fully like that K does
Chrome wheels, black tint like the Raiders
And everything I do is for that paper
Bullet paint his face like some make-up
And that's real shit I can't make up
Nigga I can't make up

My nigga wicked wicked, still tote them blickies
Whole crew solid nigga, we don't fuck wit Mickeys
On my gangsta shit, got the pole in the Dickies
That's two dicks for ya bitch, if she feeling picky
Yeah, I'm on my gangsta shit
Cruise the city, top down, with the baddest bitch
Got a slit in her gown and a icy wrist
Hit the ground running, no denying this