New Money $quad - Wicked II

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Wicked part 2
Doughboi
Gang
These pussy niggas, they thought I was finished
Walk around proud like my first name was Penny
Yo first pair of Jordan’s up under these dickies
I am not Memphis, bro, I’m Mississippi
They say that I’m different when I get to ripping
Got me feelin’ like I’m worth it, uh
Murk the beat, closed curtains, uh
Pussy niggas tryna hurt me, uh
W-who want the smoke?
I-I want the smoke
In-inhale it, cock it back, then I’mma blow
I don’t like the talking, so I keep it short
Just like a dwarf, we poppin’ shit like it’s the fourth
Boy, I’m the shit like a laxative
Please cut it out ‘cause I ran out of fucks to give
3 GOATs on the beat, boy, you know that it’s overkill
They wanna bite me, it’s something like Holyfield
Oh my God, try name one better than
K-I-D, you likely never can
Caution, entering veteran threatening level
And test me, bitch, you’ll never win
Ladies and gentlemen, welcoming fellas and ladies to Neverland
Fly-like Peter Pan specimen, pelican
Running adrenaline, then again, never did taste my medicine
This is Genesis, in the beginning, kids
I made me a couple genuine benjamins
Flipped it and settled in
Never did mention I shifted like gelatin
Miss my relatives, still I relish in relevance
In my element, bitch, you can exit the premises
Getting all negative, sleep like sedative
I don’t give a goddamn what your preference is
Yo shit lame ‘cause your shit been repetitive
Always gon’ eat and we never leave a skeleton
We getting bigger than elephants
Figured you mess with it, if not, we still developing
Just get the message that we stay competitive
Always incredible, sentences imperative
Never been terrible, who did you compare us with?
Verses unbearable, let me get a breath again
Rap like switch ‘cause I just went off
Rap like dick ‘cause I went so hard
Then I heard yo shit and I just went soft
Guess I just went a lil’ too far
‘Cause I heard that line and I just hit pause
Then I hit play ‘cause I mean what I say
When I’m all up in your face with this shit talk, gang
This ain’t Batman and Robin, he think I’mma joker
I play with these bitches like I’m playing poker
She sucking that dick, so I bought her a choker
She got hella wet, so you know she a soaker
Thought I was playing when I started laughing
But really, my nigga, I’m all ‘bout that action
Let’s get it crackin’
I’ll box you up and don’t talk about packin’
You got a million dollar taste, but you on a five dollar budget
Nigga try to touch him, but it really won’t budge ‘em
Niggas is snakes, so you know I can’t trust ‘em
I got a plain Jane, so you know I had to bust down
Scored on her ass like a muhfuckin’ touchdown
I want a Draco, that hoe ‘bout a hunnid rounds
I-I’m getting plenty cake, shout out to Debbie
You dumber than Ed, Edd and Eddy
I’m fuckin’ yo bitch, her name was Betty
I’m eating that pussy, it’s something like jelly
These niggas they mad, they acting real petty
My nigga, they ready, they pop like confetti
Bi-bitch don’t play, I come with them figures
Lean in yo body, killin’ yo liver
Maki-making you shiver, NM$ them killers
Bullets shootin’, bustin’ all through your dentures
We gotta play, keepin’ them K’s
Song hot, but it’s dropped by Tae
Making this money, no time to lay
Fu-fuckin’ these bitches and gotta stay paid
Ho-hotbox the whip, we high off the edible
Your bitch, she a thot, she suckin’ the testicle
We don’t perform, this shit is a festival
Greens in my rows, ain’t talkin’ no vegetables
She sucked the dick like a pickle
Sucked it hard, showed her dimples
Runnin’ game straight out the temple
Stay easy and be nimble
Ice cold like November, hot like July
Got a hoe with me and we fuckin’ to Plies
You know you didn’t fuck her, that shit is a lie
Wrapping niggas up, just like a tie
I’m out this bitch

Written by:
Auston Smith, Joel Jones, Josh Booker, Zach Gilliland

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