Wicked West 2.0 lyrics

[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 f*ckin' everybody ho in this b*tch

[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 n*ggas 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 b*tch 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, sh*t, 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 n*gga tan off, want smoke again
Since he say he smoked on bro
n*gga better keep his heat 'cause when it's cold, my n*ggas 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 di*k, now it's time to go
b*tch, don't close your eyes, ain't no surprise, get put out the door
[Verse 3: Anti Da Menace]
Lil' b*tch gotta have some standards if she wanna f*ck on Anti
I leave sh*t 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 f*ck 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 b*tches 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' n*ggas up

[Verse 4: 952 Monta]
Have lil' Quay pour 'em out like Sprite and send a n*gga up
Tryna see why the opps be hatin', them n*ggas broke as f*ck
Once it's up, it's stuck with us, you get smoked like angel dust
We won't miss a shot, can't f*ck 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas 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' b*tch, I'm doin' better, I bring the heat like sunny weather
We gon' burn him up
Bro, your n*gga 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' sh*t like every day, call this sh*t my new sport
Drill team
You can give 'em everything, these lil' b*tches be still green
Yeah, even though I'm rich as hell, my young n*gga still steal things
He gon' wipe your nose for sure
Screamin' long live Vincent, yeah, you know we spinnin' sh*t for bro
[Outro: Anti Da Menace & 952 Monta]
Peekaboo, Anti comin' for you
Catch a n*gga 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