Wicked

This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down

Who be the one?
With the wickedest style, comin' up out the Backstreet
Where you from?
Thinkin' of nothin', but negative thoughts don't bother askin' me
Sharpen the blade, speak on my name, you gon' be my next victim
Livin' the same, body decayin', faster than the tec hit em
Peepin' out my window, when I seen it was a rainy day
Grab my dope, grab my keys, then I hop in Chevrolet
Thinking about a masterplan while sippin' on this Alizé
Your bitch that be all messy, but dont sweat it I gets in anyway
Sick with the symptoms, fiending for a victim
'Bout to lose my mind, if I dont get to see some blood soon
Prince of the darkness, similar to the Loch Ness
Hidin' below the surface, tryin' to get me, but no sun sets

This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down

Ain't talking cash, get the fuck out of my face
Just hit a lick, then I hit the race
Got young niggas told 'em, "The choppa stay aimed"
Fees come up, then you best run away
Bitch, you fucking with the best in the game
We stay kicking ass and we stay taking names
I stay with some coffin, Nicolas Cage
Slappin' your baby boys like I'm Ving Rhames
Makin' plays, Jerry Rice
Been a player all my life
Bunch of girls black and white
Tryna see what's up tonight
Big ass houses like the mob
Bones and Bake the ones in charge
Drunk as fuck
Letting off my pistol, that's a shooting star

This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down
In the 517, baby
This is how it go down