TXT歌词
作词 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
作曲 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
Ayy V, light 'em up
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamin's (Fell in love)
She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (You taste good, ayy)
I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling fan" (She blowin' you)
Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (Never killed no man)
One step, two step, three steps, stomp (Stomp)
Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (Hat red)
See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a ****
(Ayy V, light 'em up)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
FN, Glock nine's, AR's, K (Yeah)
Kick ****, hands up, walk too safe
Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a face?
Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a head?
I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead
I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red
I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds
The wicked on shit, who the **** have sex?
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I leave his ass dead
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I rearrange his head
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I-, spread
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
We hit your party, guard your ***** (Ha)
In here turnt with Nardo Wick (*****)
Pop outside, squad your blick (Boom)
High speed, left, and I go sick (Skrrt)
**** my opps, they not on shit (*****)
Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (Boom, boom)
Ghost, all read, then shot more bricks
He got hot, he not gon' miss (GK, man)
Tryna but the hell block in the blunt
Better attention when ****in' this pump
Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
Killers all in the car, here we come
He like to front on the net like he gansta', I know the real you actually soft (You a *****)
Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (Boom)
He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (Ha)
Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (Gang, gang)
Trench got a blick, then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, ***** (Ha)
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
作曲 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
Ayy V, light 'em up
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamin's (Fell in love)
She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (You taste good, ayy)
I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling fan" (She blowin' you)
Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (Never killed no man)
One step, two step, three steps, stomp (Stomp)
Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (Hat red)
See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a ****
(Ayy V, light 'em up)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
FN, Glock nine's, AR's, K (Yeah)
Kick ****, hands up, walk too safe
Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a face?
Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a head?
I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead
I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red
I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds
The wicked on shit, who the **** have sex?
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I leave his ass dead
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I rearrange his head
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I-, spread
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
We hit your party, guard your ***** (Ha)
In here turnt with Nardo Wick (*****)
Pop outside, squad your blick (Boom)
High speed, left, and I go sick (Skrrt)
**** my opps, they not on shit (*****)
Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (Boom, boom)
Ghost, all read, then shot more bricks
He got hot, he not gon' miss (GK, man)
Tryna but the hell block in the blunt
Better attention when ****in' this pump
Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
Killers all in the car, here we come
He like to front on the net like he gansta', I know the real you actually soft (You a *****)
Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (Boom)
He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (Ha)
Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (Gang, gang)
Trench got a blick, then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, ***** (Ha)
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
[00:05.190] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:10.550] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:13.941] Ayy V, light 'em up
[00:15.754]
[00:15.892] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[00:18.855] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[00:21.951] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[00:25.096] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[00:27.903]
[00:28.048] I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamin's (Fell in love)
[00:31.168] She say, \"Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon\" (You taste good, ayy)
[00:34.660] I forget her name, I'ma call her \"Ceiling fan\" (She blowin' you)
[00:37.570] Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (Never killed no man)
[00:41.145] One step, two step, three steps, stomp (Stomp)
[00:44.078] Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
[00:46.966] They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (Hat red)
[00:50.320] See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a ****
[00:53.520] (Ayy V, light 'em up)
[00:53.962] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
[00:57.011] FN, Glock nine's, AR's, K (Yeah)
[01:00.196] Kick ****, hands up, walk too safe
[01:02.811] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a face?
[01:06.022] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a head?
[01:09.216] I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead
[01:12.660] I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red
[01:15.894] I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds
[01:19.044] The wicked on shit, who the **** have sex?
[01:22.477] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I leave his ass dead
[01:25.640] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I rearrange his head
[01:28.844] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I-, spread
[01:31.921]
[01:32.048] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:35.105] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:38.208] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:41.260] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[01:44.284] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:47.605] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:50.920] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:53.736] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[01:56.836]
[01:56.997] We hit your party, guard your ***** (Ha)
[01:59.069] In here turnt with Nardo Wick (*****)
[02:00.553] Pop outside, squad your blick (Boom)
[02:02.211] High speed, left, and I go sick (Skrrt)
[02:03.744] **** my opps, they not on shit (*****)
[02:05.307] Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (Boom, boom)
[02:06.974] Ghost, all read, then shot more bricks
[02:08.436] He got hot, he not gon' miss (GK, man)
[02:10.070] Tryna but the hell block in the blunt
[02:11.699] Better attention when ****in' this pump
[02:13.207] Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
[02:14.767] Killers all in the car, here we come
[02:16.378] He like to front on the net like he gansta', I know the real you actually soft (You a *****)
[02:19.382] Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (Boom)
[02:22.655] He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (Ha)
[02:25.574] Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (Gang, gang)
[02:28.684] Trench got a blick, then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
[02:31.869] I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, ***** (Ha)
[02:35.361]
[02:35.733] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:38.654] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:41.753] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:44.782] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[02:48.200] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:51.304] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:54.493] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:57.193] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
[00:05.190] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:10.550] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:13.941] Ayy V, light 'em up
[00:15.754]
[00:15.892] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[00:18.855] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[00:21.951] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[00:25.096] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[00:27.903]
[00:28.048] I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamin's (Fell in love)
[00:31.168] She say, \"Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon\" (You taste good, ayy)
[00:34.660] I forget her name, I'ma call her \"Ceiling fan\" (She blowin' you)
[00:37.570] Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (Never killed no man)
[00:41.145] One step, two step, three steps, stomp (Stomp)
[00:44.078] Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
[00:46.966] They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (Hat red)
[00:50.320] See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a ****
[00:53.520] (Ayy V, light 'em up)
[00:53.962] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
[00:57.011] FN, Glock nine's, AR's, K (Yeah)
[01:00.196] Kick ****, hands up, walk too safe
[01:02.811] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a face?
[01:06.022] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a head?
[01:09.216] I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead
[01:12.660] I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red
[01:15.894] I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds
[01:19.044] The wicked on shit, who the **** have sex?
[01:22.477] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I leave his ass dead
[01:25.640] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I rearrange his head
[01:28.844] Tell him, \"Come this way,\" I bet I-, spread
[01:31.921]
[01:32.048] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:35.105] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:38.208] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:41.260] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[01:44.284] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:47.605] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:50.920] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:53.736] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[01:56.836]
[01:56.997] We hit your party, guard your ***** (Ha)
[01:59.069] In here turnt with Nardo Wick (*****)
[02:00.553] Pop outside, squad your blick (Boom)
[02:02.211] High speed, left, and I go sick (Skrrt)
[02:03.744] **** my opps, they not on shit (*****)
[02:05.307] Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (Boom, boom)
[02:06.974] Ghost, all read, then shot more bricks
[02:08.436] He got hot, he not gon' miss (GK, man)
[02:10.070] Tryna but the hell block in the blunt
[02:11.699] Better attention when ****in' this pump
[02:13.207] Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
[02:14.767] Killers all in the car, here we come
[02:16.378] He like to front on the net like he gansta', I know the real you actually soft (You a *****)
[02:19.382] Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (Boom)
[02:22.655] He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (Ha)
[02:25.574] Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (Gang, gang)
[02:28.684] Trench got a blick, then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
[02:31.869] I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, ***** (Ha)
[02:35.361]
[02:35.733] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:38.654] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:41.753] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:44.782] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[02:48.200] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:51.304] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:54.493] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:57.193] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
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