Ay ay
Where my redbull at?
Hol up
Hol up

Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit (wicked shit)
Keep it wicked
Keep it wicked
Give me that shit
Keep it wicked

I fucc'd a bitch from Compton (hah)
I flew that bitch to Austin (ooh)
I met a witch in Dallas had the bitch
giving me crazy noggin' (ooh!)
In my designer coffin (ay!) I might design a coffin
You will not find me often
Hop out the sauce you get lost in
I am a rare concoction follow me look baby Ouija be saucin'
I got a hatchet each one in my hands
and they swangin' like helicopters
Swingin' these bitches like choppas
I don't even need the choppers (naw)
Ain't no point calling the ambulance
what is a dead body to a doctor
I filled the muhfuccin' club up
with blood and done came in this bitch in galoshes
I got my big brother Moshy gon'
knocc yo mo'fuccin' heads off in a moshpit
Hatchetmane hangin' off us haters lookin all nauseous
Bitches telling me I'm scrumptious succ
a motherfuccas cautious
Google Translating foreign bitches
want the wicked dicc in different countries
I don't wan' talk about nothing but money
I don't wan' talk about nothing but bloody
I don't wan' talk about nothing but muddy (muddy!)
Xan in my lean like a buddy
Where I come from they be Zombies
putting yo body in pile like a dummy (dummy!)
White flag on my fuccin' wrist be hanging down like a mummy
The FBI say I'm gangbangin'
cause I run with Inner City Posse
Still trashgang. Still Toof Gang
and these handtats get dirty
Ouija-mane 730 braids hangin' purty what they want from me
Huh?

I thought I told you lil bitches
I'm bout my hundreds no fifties
Holes in a two-thousand dollar shirt
I'm putting rips in Givenchy
All of my partners so filthy
All of your partners be stingy
Rubbin' your mittens together
and wondering why you got you no bitches
Opposites attract so you gon' be drawn
to anything but the bitches
You a rich little bitch and you gon' get
everything but the riches
My shawty got hatchets she run up
like "Give me that shit, Give me"
My posse beside me you got it in
"Give me that shit, Give me"
Reflection on butcher knife telling me
(Keep it wicked, Keep it)
The voices inside of me ain't giving
a fucc bout no felony this what they telling me

White boy came in this bitch killing em'
turning your roster to Columbine quicc
Got your bitch all on my dick
and she helping me put in the slugs in my clip
Still coming in with the sauce
when you pussies got beef then I'm making it drip
Homie you ain't with the shit
Shut your funky pussy lips
Pull you apart like a Baccwood it look
like a swisher the way it get split
Down the middle with a slit
I rub your brain like a clit
Told your bitch open her mouth
Had to ash my cigarette
The wicked shit is what you want
Wicked shit is what you get