Текст песни Wicked - Chxpo

I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
I be rolling off the molly trippin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
I get that pack then make it disappear, like a magician
I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
Lil Blizzard, I'm just chillin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked

Niggas sneak diss, so what
(Sooo what)
To the fuck nigga, Chxpo said shut the fuck up
Tell a fuck nigga, I said run your bands up
Niggas sleeping on us, them boys must be xanned up
Nigga you a lame, you ain't really gang gang
You ain't ever ever ever let that choppa bang
I made my own gang, bitch I made my own lane
These niggas chasing fame, Lil Chxpo chasing money
Everybody know Lil Chxpo, cuz I'm bloody
[?], all the bitches love me
Even tho I'm bloody, and I'm disrespectful
Bitch on my dick, cuz I'm flexing and successful

I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
I be off the molly trippin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
I get that pack then make it disappear, like a magician
I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
Lil Blizzard, I'm just chillin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked

Nigga be hatin' on my whole life
Fuck nigga don't lie, I'm my own stripes
I got my own shooters man, you know I cash out
Shooters outside of my house, when I take the trash out
Yeah I'm bossed up now, and I'm sauced up now
So Icy boy, I'm like bling blaww
Nigga know how I glow, pull up with the telescope
Pull up right now, then everybody gonna get it smoked
Bitch you better not trust me
Cuz I'm grimy, and I'm bloody
These niggas hatin', these niggas stuntin'
Those niggas fakin', those niggas frontin'

I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
I be off the molly trippin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
I get that pack then make it disappear, like a magician
I'm really feeling you but, baby I ain't got no feelings
Lil Blizzard, I'm just chillin'
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked
Wicked, we get wicked
We get wicked

Pull up on 'em right now, jugging in the trap house
Band boys cash out, yea we cash out
Saks Fifth shoppin', nigga baller blockin'
This lil' bitch on my dick, I flex like Steve Austin