G Nikes (feat. Polo G)

Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked

Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah

Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh, uh, uh (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, she still ate my cock

I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamins (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" ('cause she blow me good)

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 say it was regular, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red)

See that boy in traffic, blow at him

Ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' hump)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy)

FN, Glock Nine's, ARs, k (yeah)

Kick door, hands up, walk too safe

Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face?

Why would I aim it at his body and 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

"Lil' Wick ain't on shit," who the fuck had said? (who the fuck said that?)

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, she still ate my cock

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, she still ate my cock

We hit your party, guard your bitch (ha)

In here turnt with Nardo Wick (bitch)

Pop out, slide, spark your blick (boom, boom)

High speed left a Narco sick (skrrt)

Fuck my opps, they not on shit (bitch)

Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (boom, boom)

Bro saw red and shot more Bricks

He got hot, he not gon' miss

Tryna but they own block in the blunt

Bad intentions when cockin' this pump

Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump

Killers all in that car, here we come

He like to front on the net like he gangsta

I know the real, you actually soft (you a bitch)

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 torched an opp, he was happy he caught (gang, gang)

Trench got the blick, then your life is in danger

Hole in one, like he practicin' golf (brrt, baow)

I know they hate that I'm gettin' this paper

Right to the bank, I be laughin' it off, bitch (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, she still ate my cock

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, she still ate my cock