Wicked

Yeah, yeah, said it's no face in the truck Yeah, service no face back Yeah, making money, making racks, I'm making bills like Benjamin I smoke these niggas, penjamin, you niggas Know im finna spin , spin again, I win again I'm chilling with my mission twin, evil twin Yeah, my nigga King Kai Put you niggas in the skillet, yeah, you niggas getting fried Water whipping in the kitchen, yeah, I feel like breaking bad Yeah you caught me with your bitch and now you going out sad I'm spitting fire like a flame, I'm getting flyer like a bird Let's get higher, what's the word? Let's take action like a verb Shoot a nigga, whoop-de-whoop, check your code Boop-bo-boop, let these niggas and these bitches fucking know That we the best, ballin' hard, you can't contest I'm too foul, just like the ref, cook your shit just like a chef Let these bitches and these niggas know that we the fucking best Ballin' hard, you can't contest, made a play open look Read you niggas like a book, took your ankles, had you shook Got you roasted like you cooked, I'm a king and you a rook Yeah, said it's no face coming back Yeah, nigga wicked, yeah, I hit you with a tack Yeah, rolling up the trent, we be smoking on this pack Yeah, got my nigga pack, we roll up different strands We roll up different mans like many men, we feel like 50 Cent But niggas not making no chump change , we just making hella money like the Benjamins No sentiment for niggas that be talking shit, you stalking my accomplishments You hate me in your consciousness, you love me in the context, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, you niggas know that I'm the fucking best Niggas know how I do it, LSO just making this music All the gang, niggas know how I do it Gang, gang