(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
I'm 'boutta to hop on that bitch so fast
I'm hittin' that bitch I spazz
I'm f*ckin' that bitch so god damn hard
I'm leaving it put in her ass
I know that she wanna go have a new baby
But I cannot go be a dad
Wicked, wicked, and explicit when you dour and mash
I put a hoe on a dash and put my bags, and I'm 'boutta skirt on that bitch
I'm 'boutta get so mad and do that shit
They think that it's funny again
I wanna be on my own, I'm all racked up
I feel like a mummy again
Like why you get so mad and say it again?
Like how you a dumb little bitch?
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Blatt, blatt)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a house)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a, run in a, ha)
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down 'fenna pop my, uh
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down gotta pop that bitch
Yeah, we outside posing with 'em sticks
Cross her ass, I'ma beat that bitch
Yeah, call up scar, he don't miss that shit
Back in the day, we ain't be like this
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
Yeah, that nigga he be a peon
I shoot my shot like Deon ho'
She like "What you be on?"
Why you wanna know what I be on hoe?
I made a promise, I made me a bag today
I focus on guap and cake
Go ahead, throw that shit, bae
You gon' lemme hit, bae
556 this stick, bae
Yeah, we one of 'em ones, uh-huh
Hella sticks and guns, uh-huh
Rrr, we got drums, uh-huh
Go ahead pass them funds, uh-huh
Play with me, I leave you traumatised
Won't the sun, uh-huh
Better start the running boy
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
futuristikangel - WICKED.KILLERS (feat. K!llH!ll & MGR) Lyrics
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(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
I'm 'boutta to hop on that bitch so fast
I'm hittin' that bitch I spazz
I'm f*ckin' that bitch so god damn hard
I'm leaving it put in her ass
I know that she wanna go have a new baby
But I cannot go be a dad
Wicked, wicked, and explicit when you dour and mash
I put a hoe on a dash and put my bags, and I'm 'boutta skirt on that bitch
I'm 'boutta get so mad and do that shit
They think that it's funny again
I wanna be on my own, I'm all racked up
I feel like a mummy again
Like why you get so mad and say it again?
Like how you a dumb little bitch?
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Blatt, blatt)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a house)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a, run in a, ha)
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down 'fenna pop my, uh
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down gotta pop that bitch
Yeah, we outside posing with 'em sticks
Cross her ass, I'ma beat that bitch
Yeah, call up scar, he don't miss that shit
Back in the day, we ain't be like this
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
Yeah, that nigga he be a peon
I shoot my shot like Deon ho'
She like "What you be on?"
Why you wanna know what I be on hoe?
I made a promise, I made me a bag today
I focus on guap and cake
Go ahead, throw that shit, bae
You gon' lemme hit, bae
556 this stick, bae
Yeah, we one of 'em ones, uh-huh
Hella sticks and guns, uh-huh
Rrr, we got drums, uh-huh
Go ahead pass them funds, uh-huh
Play with me, I leave you traumatised
Won't the sun, uh-huh
Better start the running boy
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
I'm 'boutta to hop on that bitch so fast
I'm hittin' that bitch I spazz
I'm f*ckin' that bitch so god damn hard
I'm leaving it put in her ass
I know that she wanna go have a new baby
But I cannot go be a dad
Wicked, wicked, and explicit when you dour and mash
I put a hoe on a dash and put my bags, and I'm 'boutta skirt on that bitch
I'm 'boutta get so mad and do that shit
They think that it's funny again
I wanna be on my own, I'm all racked up
I feel like a mummy again
Like why you get so mad and say it again?
Like how you a dumb little bitch?
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(Blatt, blatt)
(Ha-ah)
(Ha-ah)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a house)
(I'm 'bout to spazz out)
(I'm 'bout to a run in a, run in a, ha)
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna spazz out
I'm 'fenna run there, run there
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down 'fenna pop my, uh
I'm 'fenna pop my shit
Two man down gotta pop that bitch
Yeah, we outside posing with 'em sticks
Cross her ass, I'ma beat that bitch
Yeah, call up scar, he don't miss that shit
Back in the day, we ain't be like this
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
(Ha-ah, back in the we ain't be like, be like)
Yeah, that nigga he be a peon
I shoot my shot like Deon ho'
She like "What you be on?"
Why you wanna know what I be on hoe?
I made a promise, I made me a bag today
I focus on guap and cake
Go ahead, throw that shit, bae
You gon' lemme hit, bae
556 this stick, bae
Yeah, we one of 'em ones, uh-huh
Hella sticks and guns, uh-huh
Rrr, we got drums, uh-huh
Go ahead pass them funds, uh-huh
Play with me, I leave you traumatised
Won't the sun, uh-huh
Better start the running boy
I can't even go make it feel so sad 'cause they wanna kick out a nigga
I'm 'boutta pull out a gun go bow
I'm 'boutta to shoot at a nigga
She wanna come and just f*ck on me
She wanna pull up on my bitches
And I'm 'boutta to pull out fast
When it roar, hand 'em keys
I'ma 'boutta to pull up a hoe out of bags
And make her meet whole of my city
I can't even go, I miss my bitch
I wanna go f*ck my baby
If it get mad, I shoot at the door
You better not have no BD
I'm 'boutta give a friend a screen 'cause these bitches wanna come see
Writer: Erwan Kauphy, Hill Smith, Ryan Ficklin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: futuristikangel
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Erwan Kauphy, Hill Smith, Ryan Ficklin