Wicked

I'm so wicked, feel gifted
Thoughts are awfully shifted
Feelings are much better off
Rolling off the the alcohol
You won't get it, forget it
Fuck up out my mentions
Soul got good intentions
But my spirit feeling wicked

I'm so gifted, feel wicked
Thoughts are awfully shifted
Feelings are much better off
Rolling off the the alcohol
You won't get it, forget it
Fuck up out my mentions
My spirit feeling wicked
But my soul got good intentions yeah

Shorty tryn fuck up the vibe
But she cannot fuck with my mind yeah
You know we stay on top
Cuz I do not play from behind
Working my way from the bottom
Damn it's/that's one hell of a climb
Member them broken nights
Ain't know if my card would decline
Then I start hittin the booth
These niggas they fear I'm the truth
Got em wondering what they can do
But they cannot fuck up his move
You know that the cliques on me
All the liqs on me
I ain't gotta tote no gun
But stay with some niggas that squeeze
& Nawh I don't live in the streets
But niggas got love for a G
& Nawh I don't jugg & finesse
But niggas respect where I be
Yeah I just stay in the booth
A flame that they cannot diffuse
I turn two Ls to a dubb
So really I can not lose
You wanna press your luck
Decisions that you gotta choose
Like a shorty Lil bad & bold
Mixing the old with the new
Doussports with the all grey tops
Nobody got these shoes
Wrist flooded with a whole lot of flavors
Shit got me loving to choose

I'm so wicked, feel gifted
Thoughts are awfully shifted
Feelings are much better off
Rolling off the the alcohol
You won't get it, forget it
Fuck up out my mentions
Soul got good intentions but my spirit feeling wicked

I'm so gifted, feel wicked
Thoughts are awfully shifted
Feelings are much better off
Rolling off the the alcohol
You won't get it, forget it
Fuck up out my mentions
My spirit feeling wicked
But my soul got good intentions yeah

Hit up the plug hit drezz
Tell em to bring me a bag
I'm up now & next
Basically I'm on they ass
Niggas ain't even gotta say it
I can just see that they mad
Fuck up a brand new bag
I need a brand new jagg
All of my niggas some dawgs
We all bite no bark
You don't wann unffh w us
That's Russian roulette in the dark
Niggas be shooting they mouth
Until they get poked in the heart
I'm always the first to jump
Like somebody needed a spark
I give away all my love
Like somebody needed a heart
& Nawh I don't think you a freak
I'm all about proving me wrong
Is you down to dance or what
A brief romance or what?
Cuz that shorty down as fuck
& I ain't gonn pass that up

I'm so wicked, feel gifted
Thoughts are awfully shifted
Feelings are much better off
Rolling off the the alcohol
You won't get it, forget it
Fuck up out my mentions
My soul got good intentions
But my spirit feeling wicked yeah