Wicked

You run up on me, I’m blasting
I-I'm on the top, I’m the Black king
Huh, Kel-Tec in my hand (Uh, okay)
I’m counting a band (Hm, Alright)
I’m fucking a fan (Hm, okay)
I think she a fan (Uh, okay)
I think she my bitch (Hm, alright)
She wan' be my bitch (Hm, okay)
She want that Versace (Hm, alright)
Told her, get her a job
Stick in my hand like the Wizard of Oz
Pushing the whip, middle finger to cops
Fucking his ho and she screaming to God
Clutching my pole, he get shot with the rod
Eatin' good hibachi evry day
Run on the squad with the gang, see the K
Usd to be pussy, you gangster today (Hm)