Miss Wick

Like panic for what?

I’m done beefing with bitches who been knew wassup

Not explaining myself to a bitch on the inside is pussy, but rap in her songs like she tough

Like, to be honest I don't give a fuck

I'm just confused how ya clouting up bitches that's butt

I told that bitch to come get it, but all of a sudden she wanna be all in the cut

Like, suck my dick

Bro I keep on tryna tell y’all that I ain’t no regular chick

If she start feeling herself that’s not good for her health, but I bet you she gon feel this blick

Call me Miss Wick

Cause I got Glock 26 for anybody thinking they slick

Fuck that, I’m stoppin by the opps cribs with a gift, but I promise I’m no St. Nick

They talkin' bout crash out, bitch what?

Could never, I only know up it and back out

She tried to run when she seen what I had on my hip

But she stupid cause now her whole back out, i made her blackout

This rappin shit really easy, I'm makin you lil bitches tap out

Ya'll get it poppin' and start really thinkin' y’all demons

I shake, so I don't bring the mac out, bitch

Bad lil bitch, you know that I'm on that, like

G send her back where she born at

I swear that bitch not a tweak, how she holdin the knock got me asking: "Yo sis, where ya form at? Where you performed at?"

Cause I’m always outside, brodie told me to line em, no format

I left the block for a while but I’m still runnin' shit, they forgot so I gotta inform that

Like panic for what?

I’m done beefing with bitches who been knew wassup

Not explaining myself to a bitch on the inside is pussy, but rap in her songs like she tough

Like, to be honest I don't give a fuck

I'm just confused how ya clouting up bitches that's butt

I told that bitch to come get it, but all of a sudden she wanna be all in the cut

Like, suck my dick

Bro I keep on tryna tell y’all that I ain’t no regular chick

If she start feeling herself that’s not good for her health, but I bet you she gon feel this blick

Call me Miss Wick

Cause I got Glock 26 for anybody thinking they slick

Fuck that, I’m stoppin by the opps cribs with a gift, but I promise I’m no St. Nick