Wicked Ways est une chanson en Anglais
When you outchea in the field it's a royal rumble
Ride around with woo sticks i come from the jungle
I been down for too long fuck being humble
We get into it here and there but they my fucking brothers
Dickie suit on this liquor i don't need a boot
Man you hoes for everybody i don't need a swoop
Fam could ask me for whatever gotta feed my troops
Circle small i ain't tryna be all in the loop
I been down for real i done dodged a hundred years
Imma take it to the door fuck your plea deal
I'm in the sunshine state with my heat still
With a chain that fake you can't be real
Haitian flag only i was so boney
My dawg named fony but he is not phonie
I be outchea by myself i been real lonely
Lost my heart in the streets and it been lonely
Everything authentic i don't fuck with knock offs
So thinking you could snake me that'll get you knocked off
Extendo in between the glizzy like a hot dog
I am Mr.SprayDaWorld i am not y'all
If i had cancer guarantee that i won't fall off
Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not y'all
Amputated gurantee that i won't fall off
Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not yall
Momma told me son son you need to pray
Daddy told me son son you need to change
Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways
For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave
In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama
Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer
Momma told me son son you need to pray
They could be coming for me any given day
Was being real but you Niggas went to acting fluke
This cuban link around my neck been feeling like a noose
Putting people on that's some i ain't have to do
Boy this glizzy on my hip i don't gotta move
When i get angry i real dangerous
Bitch I'm Sprayed out nigga i ain't gang banging
I ain't tucking shit imma leave this chain swanging
A couple more to the dome ah leave his brain hanging
It's like I'm starting to see my oboy die infront of me
He getting real old
He losing weight fasho
Other than my Nina ion need a hoe
Cause yall just getting in the way I already know
I got my zoe flag and i ain't kissing no ass
Cover up the plate I'm riding round witg no tag
When it's good its a chance that it could go bad
Imagine falling off the reason that i won't sag
Momma told me son son u needa pray
Daddy told me son son u needa change
Momma told me son son you need to pray
Daddy told me son son you need to change
Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways
For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave
In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama
Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer
Momma told me son son you need to pray
They could be coming for me any given day