Mene Gene, Bandmanrill - Wick Flow, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, nigga know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back
(For real, yuh)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back
Kick down ya door nigga, you better lock that
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks
(For real, yuh)
These niggas foe, yeah they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, muhfucking centipede
(For real, yuh)
Spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities
Know that u get to my chicken, no Kennedy
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity

(Shhh...wait)
Why this beat make me feel a lil' wickery
Hit him up, disappear, it's a mystery
Got a crib up in Clinton, no Hillary
(Wait, damn)
Caught a opp and we score for the victory
She want dick, so I came for delivery
After that, made that lil' bitch history
When I walk, keep the chop on my hip
Too much money, can't stress bout a bitch
Keep a nine, so I walk with a limp
These niggas be fans, they all on my dick
G27, I know what I'm totin'
Fuck a gun, we got shit that's explodin'
Caught him lackin', he froze, posin'
Walk any beat, 8-mile, no chokin'

Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, nigga know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back
(For real, yuh)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back
Kick down ya door nigga, you better lock that
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks
(For real, yuh)
These niggas foe, yeah they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, muhfucking centipede
(For real, yuh)
Spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities
Know that u get to my chicken, no Kennedy
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity