Whole Lotta Wickery (feat. Bizzy Banks)

(EP on the Beat) Yeah Oh, I like this one, EP (Pvyso, I love you) Uh, whole lotta wickery Them wick hours Uh, yeah, uh, uh I see an opp, closed curtains, grinch 'em I just might get her a Birkin Off of the Perc', man, this shit got me nervous Just got a pint and this shit got me swervin', uh Pop me a Perc' and I boot up I'm in the woods and I stay with my 'ooter 9 Wick totin', I'm grinching with Buddha Thirty round drum, yeah, the clip like a ruler, uh Just got a G, call Bizzy Slide on the opps, tell bro get busy They got a thirty, but I keep me a fifty Big Shawn Wick move tact', no kizzy, uh Look at the chain, that's big rocks Step in the trap, look left, that's 6 Block Keep me a G, Shawn Wick don't kickbox He not a hitter, that boy be on TikTok And I trap house jump 'cause I got it in motion Stay with the wolves, got me feelin' like Logan Poppin' these Percs, goin' crazy, I'm rollin' Bro got a 'Cat, but he drive it like he stole it Ice on my wrist like the doc' said it's swollen And they gotta free my Yellows, 'cause the crackers is on me How you save that bitch, but she out here hoeing? How you the plug, but I'm out here zoeing? How you the 'ooter, but I'm out here toting? Rollin', smokin' on yaya, it's potent Son turned three, yeah, my little boy growin' That's another reason why his pops ain't goin' That's another reason why his pops be totin' I spot an opp and I leave that boy floatin' New wick piece and it look like the ocean Walk with a G, yeah, I keep it in motion Yeah Free the fuckin' 'ooters, man Free all the fuckin' 'ooters, man Free the fuckin' Unit Not G-Unit, nigga, free the Murder Unit, nigga Get money (EP on the beat) Bizzy, haha, look, uh Stack or starve, nigga, you better save Rest in money to my young nigga Blaze Trappin' hard, we got sixty-two ways (Pvyso, I love you) Chrome Heart, we got Flava Flavs Chrome spark if I do not get paid Cozart, all we know is bang Chief Keef, if you ain't get the name I was down, but you don't know the pain One pair of feets, ain't have boots for the rain No money for cabs, I was hoppin' the train You ain't put in work, so how you got stain? You ain't got heat, so how you got flame? I lost my bloodas, this shit ain't the same They either dead or they stuck in the cage I was out trappin', fuck minimum wage Life changed, I get paid for the stage, uh, uh Just wanna be rich, but I'm stuck in my ways If the bin lit, we gon' buy the whole page Before sidekicks, yeah, a nigga had aim You don't like me, nigga, let that shit bang In the trenches, shoot this shit like a range Life make you grown, it don't care 'bout no age I'm deep in these streets, I think we engaged But she don't love me, we ain't on the same page I hopped off the porch 'cause I had to get paid My mama don't know what go on in my brain I want to talk, but it's hard to explain My father a gangster, shit run in my veins That's why I do music, 'cause I cannot paint I love my bitch, but she always complain I was down, but I had to maintain Now I'm up, I done bought a few chains But I ain't happy 'cause I'm still feeling drained We catch an opp, turn that boy to a strain Bitch, we make movies, but don't entertain GMTO structure, yeah, that's the campaign You took a loss, but what did you gain? If I have a son, then I'm calling him Saint 'Cause that's what he is at the end of the day, uh