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Al Chapo - Get Wicked Lyrics

[intro]
Hmm (Woah)

[Chorus]
Hmm (Woah)
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping (Chapo)
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him

[Verse]
If he never needed me, I need him
If he ever call me, then I'll be there
I rock out and bring the Drac' until woe call me
I flex on them boys, they like, "Glokk40, stop it"
I walk in this bitch, I'm like, "What the fuck mobbin'?"
Good bitches 'round me tryna do molly
I'm gettin' some money, I ain't dodging him
When I see him, he know what's up with him
Nigga act hard only in his adlibs
Chopper gon' hit him, make him do a backflip
I shoot at my opps, I don't need no practice
Sosa be fucked up all that Actavis
She throw me off, I don't like that cappin' shit
I need a hundred, nigga, I wanna be bathin' in it
I ain't gon' cap, nigga, I been patient with it
Ain't gon' lie, I'm not into basic bitches
Them niggas hoes, boy, I rock every minutes
Nigga, I blow, nigga, I ain't stuntin', nigga, I rock every henchman
Talkin' 'bout that mob, nigga, I ain't playin', nigga, we'll go get 'em
Young nigga with these bitches, nigga, bitch, I'm pimpin' (Pimpin')
Nigga need to mind his business
Zone 6 shit, nigga need to mind his business (Zone 6)
Kilo said we don't leave and leave no witness (Hell nah)
I do the job and I go end it
I'll whack everybody, I'm not picky (Picky)
I don't love her, I love this blicky
We not trustin' these bitches, they tricky
She wanna just hang with the damn band, baby
I'm not trippin', nigga, but these throwed-off niggas with me, baby
Huh, and I'm tryna do that fuckin' mission, baby
I slide, nigga, just go AK me
And I meant my cousin, I don't talk to Davie
Popped his ass, left his body achin' (Popped his ass)
Rocked his ass, left his body shakin' (Rocked his ass)
[Chorus]
Hmm
Yeah, where the beans at?
Tryna get high, where the trees at?
She a fake ho and I don't need that
Hmm, baby, you tripping
'Member had to thug, nigga, and I get it
Yeah, with this shit, I get wicked
And I call the plays and I go blitz 'em
Baby EBG, I miss him