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Anti Da Menace - Wicked West Lyrics

[Intro]
(Avanto Beats)
(I miss you, Narrow)

[Chorus]
They put the fake before the real, I swear that shit there throw me off
Out of town with all these bitches, they keep tryna blow me off
The same nigga shake your hand, it be the one who knock you off
I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes is bought
I made out the trenches, hell naw, I'm still in it
Screamin' fuck the pigs, why the police had to kill Vincent?
I'm goin' fast as hell, somebody calm me down
(Shootout, make my pistol go both ways, you can't run me down)

[Verse]
Y'all some Instagram-cappin' fuckboys
I might get up in my mood and get to slappin' fuckboys
I been ridin' in the Wraith with my feet kicked up
They'll never find a trace, just know he got hit up
Yeah, fuckboy, what you on, nigga?
This the Wicked West, you better stay up in your zone, nigga
Is you with me? I'll get you clipped, don't go against me
Niggas be dissin', on God, but I won't never listen
You can say what you want, on God, you gotta shoot me
Lil' bitch, this a Hellcat, your mans in a hoopty
Yeah, broke boy
I make your baby mama eat it, she my throat toy
All these niggas actin' like a demon, I don't know boy
That shit lame
Hit your main ho from the back, I bet that bitch came
Made that fully come out that splatt and gave him shit stains
I don't know nothin' 'bout that boy, I know his bitch name
Yeah, nigga, fuck you and your fuckin' dad
Heard he down the road takin' dick up his fuckin' ass
Gay bitch, I'ma spray shit
Yeah, I'm on my K for K shit, get your face split
I ain't gon' lie, y'all niggas switchin' sides on the wrong one
Water on my neck, they got me flooded like a baby pond
Shootout at the store, I might just bust you with my lady gun
Perky after Perky, got me feelin' like an alien
Geeked up
I told lil' Nae to hold her wrist up, can't fuck with us
You better have a fully-auto stick, you talk 'bout bustin' us
Yeah, switch this
If you text my ho again, you gon' get your bitch hit
Please get up off my dick, yeah, I'm gettin' super rich
All y'all niggas aggin' me, y'all just like some fuckin' ticks
Why the hell y'all mad at me? I ain't never had shit
Niggas ready to give they mans up just for a bad bitch
[Chorus]
They put the fake before the real, I swear that shit there throw me off
Out of town with all these bitches, they keep tryna blow me off
The same nigga shake your hand, it be the one who knock you off
I was just tryna wipe your nose, now all my cars and clothes is bought
I made out the trenches, hell naw, I'm still in it
Screamin' fuck the pigs, why the police had to kill Vincent?
I'm goin' fast as hell, somebody calm me down
(Shootout, make my pistol go both ways, you can't run me down)