[Intro: LLOADED]
In that wicked West, know it get wicked, ain't no hidin' out
When it's up with us, it's up forever, ain't no timin' out
I'm still fuckin' everybody ho in this bitch
[Verse 1: LLOADED]
Yeah, this that Wicked West
We don't pay for hats, we jump in splatts, you probably know the rest
She say I'm a star, she say, "Luh Loaded, you gettin' real big"
Labels watchin' now, don't even say nothin' 'bout that drill, Bigg
I ain't 952, but I got two bros bangin' 95
Heard them niggas starvin' over there, go work a 9-to-5
Grab a stick and put it by four thousand, that's a K for K
And Marlo went copped full PAP, that bitch don't sing, but it's a Drac'
Chrome, boy, somebody please tell him watch his tone, boy
I feel just like Anti, I just wanna send him home, boy
[Verse 2: 952 Monta]
Oh, shit, lil' bruh, there go that Bеnz again
Grab them Glocks and the FNs
Get your rеst in while you can 'cause late at night, we goin' to spin
Ain't no fishin', but I keep my rod, I like to bait 'em in
Have lil' Anti blow that nigga tan off, want smoke again
Since he say he smoked on bro
Nigga better keep his heat 'cause when it's cold, my niggas blow
I won't make no post on Instagram, just roll you up and smoke
Opp baby mama a throat GOAT
Ain't no smokin' on lil' Vince, gas pack make you choke
I done filled the ho up with some dick, now it's time to go
Bitch, don't close your eyes, ain't no surprise, get put out the door
[Verse 3: Anti Da Menace]
Lil' bitch gotta have some standards if she wanna fuck on Anti
I leave shit on standby, walk on feet and hit his damn eye
Fire him up just like a candle
I done ran up all this money, I don't fuck on naked dancers
It's smoke with me, I make you choke, I bet that lil' boy gon' get cancer
Yeah, his lungs weak
1700 baby, I go crazy when them drums beat
Drac' talk, I'ma blow his face off
I be havin' blick in cookie shop, so how they take Dolph?
All these bitches thinkin' that they got the drop, we got like eight lofts
Time to switch it up
Treat 'em like a snack machine, we get to fillin' niggas up
[Verse 4: 952 Monta]
Have lil' Quay pour 'em out like Sprite and send a nigga up
Tryna see why the opps be hatin', them niggas broke as fuck
Once it's up, it's stuck with us, you get smoked like angel dust
We won't miss a shot, can't fuck with us like Kobe in the clutch
I don't smoke on opps, I pour 'em up, his body in a cup
I ain't have the shit I got back then, remember times was rough
Ain't no sleepin', I might come through tweakin', hit a teacher on the weekend
[Verse 5: Anti Da Menace]
All these niggas tryna sound like me, I guess lil' Anti preachin'
And it's Perkies in my system, I might just go whack the deacon
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm doin' better, I bring the heat like sunny weather
We gon' burn him up
Bro, your nigga posted at the store, you need to turn him up
It's time to take these boys to school, I think these ducks in city learned from us
Bust his brain, he better not clutch, fire him up like Newports
We been drillin' shit like every day, call this shit my new sport
Drill team
You can give 'em everything, these lil' bitches be still green
Yeah, even though I'm rich as hell, my young nigga still steal things
He gon' wipe your nose for sure
Screamin' long live Vincent, yeah, you know we spinnin' shit for bro
[Outro: Anti Da Menace & 952 Monta]
Peekaboo, Anti comin' for you
Catch a nigga lackin', knock him out like loose tooth
You ain't from that Wicked West, then it's a lose-lose
Catch you by yourself and make 'em find you, Blue's Clues
