branbaby – wicked lyrics
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold, then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold, then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
branbaby too hot all my supporters say i’m finna blow
i’ll k!ll you bout my money and my family
it get cutthroat
like death+row and that pistol when it jam
man we going ham
why you always talking on the gram
that’ll get you slammed, stupid
you dumb and you crazy if you think ima run
ion keep no clip but this right hand extended at yo lip
hard just like my father on my mother i ain’t never scared
say you out yo body then come show me uon use yo head
boom bop bang how they thuggin in here
everybody want them bands so it’s k!ll or be k!lled
keep that forty on they hip cause they might run down in here
knock you out yo shoes and clothes
like they searching in here
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold, then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
i wish i could wrip yo head from off yo neck
and feet it to the dogs ion talk to none of y’all
and at this point i feel like what’s a law
i’ll do you bad i’m a dirty dog
i go hard ain’t no turning down
stupid with it baby if it’s smoke then pass the blunt now
no swishers, you make him mad he pulling triggers
pop goes the weasel if you tweaking we gone get you
we don’t do none of that beefing if you hide
then we seeking jit, get off of the internet
lil mama why you teeeting it
aids i’m sick with it chasing money like it’s running
drop a bag when i blow up gone do it like i was clumsy
they loving me mcdonald’s
bout me he causing problems
bullets go through yo dome and bust yo head like it’s a bottle
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold, then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
cause in my city it get wicked
that’s why my shooter keep plenty
man he loaded up
he rolling up
drop addies know he pulling up
you bold then why you booting up?
yeah, man he thugging
pull up blow that pistol
like a whistle ain’t no running
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