Testo Wicked West - BabyDrill
Testo della canzone Wicked West (BabyDrill), tratta dall'album Wicked West
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby Chief Keef, feel like Sosa, bitch, back from the dead (BabyDrill)
I got Zs who bang the Bs who come and cut your flesh
All dry, killin' all the rappers who claim the Wicked West (Wicked West)
And free the ones who incarcerated, when they get out, they stretched
Shooter went gold, need an MV trophy, hop out the V and then cross the road (V)
He fall to the knee, then you walk up on him (bah, bah)
Face shot, face shot, kill the opponent (bitch)
Bitch, I'm ridin' 'round with Aubrey, that's a fully Drac' (Drac')
Nigga want me dead, but ain't got the bread, go get some fuckin' pape'
Huh, opps tryna hit my ho with that, bitch, go hot shit right to the face (frrt)
Hunnid thousand in dirty money, blew that shit on lawyers and bodies (on God)
Nigga talmbout he comin' for me, switch leave that bitch double-dutchin' (switch)
I heard your BM on Perc' and a hunnid, beat the back end, got a lil' bitch runnin' (back in)
Free him (free that boy, for real, though)
Free him (oh, can't wait for that boy to get out)
Free him (man)
And when they free him, I'm gon' bleed him, niggas know we see him (BabyDrill)
All-white shooter (yeah)
Lil' bro 5'5" like Jerry West, I say the word, he do you
Glock got hot, had to put on a cooler (whoo)
Set on the switch, that bih hit like the jeweler
Send lil' cuz on the hit, turn a fan to a shooter (fah)
Got a box on a blick, just call up Q-Boy
Killed they big dawg, now they, whoo
Ha-ha-ha-ha, might go over your top ('tater)
Put that shh, up on that shh, this bih gon' shake the block (shake)
I told Fatt Fox, "Keep hangin' with opps, yo' ass gon' become an opp"
Huh, ski or walk down, get shit chopped (chopped down)
Baby Chief Keef, feel like Sosa, bitch, back from the dead (BabyDrill)
I got Zs who bang the Bs who come and cut your flesh
All dry, killin' all the rappers who claim the Wicked West (Wicked West)
And free the ones who incarcerated, when they get out, they stretched
Shooter went gold, need an MV trophy, hop out the V and then cross the road (V)
He fall to the knee, then you walk up on him (bah, bah)
Face shot, face shot, kill the opponent (bitch)
Bitch, I'm ridin' 'round with Aubrey, that's a fully Drac' (Drac')
Nigga want me dead, but ain't got the bread, go get some fuckin' pape'
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Writer(s): Simone Di Franco, Christian Wade, Delquristo Wilson
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