Wicked (feat. YHE LiDavey)

I've been rockin' polo, n***a, since I was a jit Young n***a had that shit on, mama couldn't tell me shit Remember growin' up, late nights, ridin' through the city I done growed up, late nights, and now my partner's with me Always knew I was never gon' be down bad, can't go out sad like ricky You ain't show up, them late nights, so now this shit get wicked I done had a n***a, tried to steal my pack, but I can't go When I caught his ass, n***a tried to act like I ain't know N****s be too fuckin' old, n****s be too fuckin' broke Crazy ass n***a, I thought that you was my fuckin' bro Crazy ass n***a, I shoulda known your ass a fuckin' hoe But that's my fuckin' fault for trustin' all these n****s that gotta go Man, these n****s be so poor Goddamn, these n****s gotta be so slow Gotta watch my back, I cannot let these n****s open that back door You ever seen a boy get robbed for that pack, n***a You ever seen a boy that's strikin' for them scats, n***a Going 180 on a dash in a scat, n***a In a scat, n***a Run down gang, walk down gang Reach in my shit, catch a fake shot, gang Stick on me, watch what you say, nah, gang Your big homie ain't got no stick on him I see the bitch in him ian tryna play bout a thang What's up in the field for these rick owens Rockin' designer, these bitches look big on me Glock stay on me, I'm takin' his lid off Strobe light on and I'm takin' a pick of him See they ass walkin', I'm takin' a bunch of em Feelin' like that, tell a f*ck, n***a, run somethin Tryna make some money, lil' n***a, come on Go get a gat and I got you a pack And let's go tell your mommy you ain't comin' home All day and night, I've been up in the trap If it ain't bout the paper, I ain't seein' the road Up that stick, bitch, n***a, if you bold Bad bitch in the trap, she touchin' the toes Bitch heard that I rap, tryna bite when we match But she ain't suckin' dick, then I'm sendin' her home She ain't suckin' dick, then the bitch gotta go I'm tryna get rich and go post onna four If it's bout my bitch or it's bout the paper I swear, f*ck, n***a, gon' stick to the floor I've been rockin' polo, n***a, since I was a jit Young n***a had that shit on, mama couldn't tell me shit Remember growin' up, late nights, ridin' through the city I done growed up, late nights, and now my partner's with me Always knew I was never gon' be down bad, can't go out sad like ricky You ain't show up, them late nights, so now this shit get wicked