Welcome to the land of wicked, where shit get wicked
I present to you, Jack f*cking Nitty
Trap-a-holics mixtapes
Trap-a-holics
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Ay, we gon' chase him down with hella glicks
He screamin, can't get up
Don't you think since I'm the wick, I ride with sticks, trying to
Put it up
We just ride around with chops and hella glicks
To get on ass
When we hop out, bounce out
Whip we face him drench him, get on his ass
He gone run we had hit the grr, and then we hit the dash
Dummy boy, I had to get away
I had to chase the cash
I mean, I had to chase the bag
This shit don't make a difference
Either way, I'm runnin' up this cake
What can I say
I'm gettin' gifted
Turn around and I see hoes
I'm tryin' to make them touch the ground
I don't care about your nigga, bitch
I'm on the paper route
Cause he a die up in, this bitch, if he think he gon' snake me out
Bullets flyin' in this bitch, they taggin, shit, he shakin' now
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like Camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get the spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin' fast
You know wick be Glee
For real, you bet say no different
I don't need no monkey suit to bounce out whip and chase him
Get him
Niggas flunky around this bitch
I damn near smacked your uncle
He was ridin' around up in the V then knocked him out his buckle
I done told you that my name was four-one and the wick
And I go by nitti, come and get me
I'm gon' chop the stick
Okay, bitch, drop your lo to me and I'm gon' make sure that I set the date
When it's time to celebrate, we sent him up to heaven gates
I'm so Glee
For real, I feel like every day my birthday, nigga
Disrespect the wick and
I'm gon' leave you in the worst way, nigga
This shit be cool and fun and games until I hop out blast
Niggas, Out here dissing with no pape
That shit'll make me mad
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get to spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin fast
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Welcome to the land of wicked, where shit get wicked
I present to you, Jack f*cking Nitty
Trap-a-holics mixtapes
Trap-a-holics
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Ay, we gon' chase him down with hella glicks
He screamin, can't get up
Don't you think since I'm the wick, I ride with sticks, trying to
Put it up
We just ride around with chops and hella glicks
To get on ass
When we hop out, bounce out
Whip we face him drench him, get on his ass
He gone run we had hit the grr, and then we hit the dash
Dummy boy, I had to get away
I had to chase the cash
I mean, I had to chase the bag
This shit don't make a difference
Either way, I'm runnin' up this cake
What can I say
I'm gettin' gifted
Turn around and I see hoes
I'm tryin' to make them touch the ground
I don't care about your nigga, bitch
I'm on the paper route
Cause he a die up in, this bitch, if he think he gon' snake me out
Bullets flyin' in this bitch, they taggin, shit, he shakin' now
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like Camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get the spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin' fast
You know wick be Glee
For real, you bet say no different
I don't need no monkey suit to bounce out whip and chase him
Get him
Niggas flunky around this bitch
I damn near smacked your uncle
He was ridin' around up in the V then knocked him out his buckle
I done told you that my name was four-one and the wick
And I go by nitti, come and get me
I'm gon' chop the stick
Okay, bitch, drop your lo to me and I'm gon' make sure that I set the date
When it's time to celebrate, we sent him up to heaven gates
I'm so Glee
For real, I feel like every day my birthday, nigga
Disrespect the wick and
I'm gon' leave you in the worst way, nigga
This shit be cool and fun and games until I hop out blast
Niggas, Out here dissing with no pape
That shit'll make me mad
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get to spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin fast
I present to you, Jack f*cking Nitty
Trap-a-holics mixtapes
Trap-a-holics
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Gladow, uh, uh, uh
Ay, we gon' chase him down with hella glicks
He screamin, can't get up
Don't you think since I'm the wick, I ride with sticks, trying to
Put it up
We just ride around with chops and hella glicks
To get on ass
When we hop out, bounce out
Whip we face him drench him, get on his ass
He gone run we had hit the grr, and then we hit the dash
Dummy boy, I had to get away
I had to chase the cash
I mean, I had to chase the bag
This shit don't make a difference
Either way, I'm runnin' up this cake
What can I say
I'm gettin' gifted
Turn around and I see hoes
I'm tryin' to make them touch the ground
I don't care about your nigga, bitch
I'm on the paper route
Cause he a die up in, this bitch, if he think he gon' snake me out
Bullets flyin' in this bitch, they taggin, shit, he shakin' now
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like Camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get the spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin' fast
You know wick be Glee
For real, you bet say no different
I don't need no monkey suit to bounce out whip and chase him
Get him
Niggas flunky around this bitch
I damn near smacked your uncle
He was ridin' around up in the V then knocked him out his buckle
I done told you that my name was four-one and the wick
And I go by nitti, come and get me
I'm gon' chop the stick
Okay, bitch, drop your lo to me and I'm gon' make sure that I set the date
When it's time to celebrate, we sent him up to heaven gates
I'm so Glee
For real, I feel like every day my birthday, nigga
Disrespect the wick and
I'm gon' leave you in the worst way, nigga
This shit be cool and fun and games until I hop out blast
Niggas, Out here dissing with no pape
That shit'll make me mad
Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like camera
This shit super wicked
This shit get super vicious
I'm gon' find a play, you pick it
Niggas don't know how to act
I get to spazzing bad
Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass
And bullets clappin fast
Writer: Jamea M
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid