Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wicked Child , by - Sauce Walka. Release date: 22.12.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wicked Child |
| Oowee |
| Oowee |
| Shit don’t make no motherfuckin' sense |
| How many young niggas I gotta leave I wanted to see win? |
| How many niggas I used to love deserve to die again? |
| They family might have to cry again |
| I flyed again |
| Semi-automatics on my side again |
| I dived and sinned, it wasn’t my choice, I’m from the ocean, I had to swim |
| I never left my shooters any time we was outside the gym |
| They in the game, I’m in the game, we all gon' guard the rim |
| We not like them |
| At least I thought until the bread got slim |
| You know it’s always that one lil' roach you can’t catch at the crib |
| They take your ribs |
| Right under your arms with you makin' deals |
| Nigga can’t trust his sister in this field, let alone a nigga |
| Rappers sellin' they souls for whips to slave owners, nigga |
| Sit on the same corners in hoods that they ain’t ownin', nigga |
| Niggas triple crossin' they homies, they tried to show 'em bigger |
| But scared of the police of the police officer that brutalized his lil' sister |
| Buddy drinkin' liquor like that shit gon' fix somethin' quicker |
| Broke without no job, he ready to rob somethin', shit, it’s Christmas |
| Gotta have three guns on you nowadays, can’t be defenseless |
| Niggas out here sixteen years old ridin' with army switches |
| Delete the hisses |
| It’s snakes around, don’t let 'em slime in your business |
| We keepin' cutters for reptiles, we tryna design new tennis |
| Tryna step on snakeskin |
| Leave that lazy-ass bitch if she ain’t bringin' no cake in |
| Somebody when viral for buyin' designer for they baby that came in |
| A week later, it’s all on Twitter that that baby ain’t his |
| Shit |
| Gotta leave that bitch |
| For real |
| I’m leavin' every poisonous thing that’s in my direction |
| I’m off that drank, I’m in that gym, my body is perfection |
| I’m punchin' as if I’m in Tekken |
| I built the weapon |
| It’s to the goal, it ain’t no interceptions |
| We up eleven |
| Check the scoreboard, who up in Heaven? |
| We got y’all spendin' a lot of time with reverends |
| Buddy done died for something you ain’t reppin' |
| Yeah |