Testo Galoshes

Ay ay
Where my redbull at?
Hol up
Hol up

Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit Give me that shit (wicked shit)
Keep it wicked
Keep it wicked
Give me that shit
Keep it wicked

I fucced a bitch from Compton (hah)
I flew that bitch to Austin (ooh)
I met a witch in Dallas had the bitch giving me crazy noggin (ooh)
In my designer coffin (hah)
I might design a coffin
You will not find me often
Hop out the sauce you get lost in
I am a rare concoctuion follow me look baby Ouija be saucin'
I got the hatchet each one in my hands and they swangin' like helicopters Swingin' these bitches like choppas
I don't even need the choppers
Ain't no point calling the ambulance what is a dead body to a doctor
I filled the motherfuccin' club up with blood and done came in this bitch in Galoshes
I got my big brother Marcy gon' knocc yo mo'fuccin' heads off in a moshpits
Hatchetmane hangin' off us
Haters lookin all nauseous
Bitches telling me I'm scrumptious succ a motherfuccas cautious
Google Translating foreign bitches want the wicked dicc in different countries
I don't wan talk about nothing but money
I don't wan talk about nothing but bloody
I don't wan talk about nothing but muddy
Muddy
Xan in my lean like a buddy
Where I come from they be Zombies putting yo body in pile like a dummy
Dummy
White flag on my fuccin' wrist be hanging down like a mummy
The FBI say I'm gang bangin' cause I run with Inner City Posse
Still trashgang
Still Toof Gang and these handtats get dirty
Ouijamane 730
Braids hangin' purty what they want from me
Huh?

Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit (wicked shit)
Keep it wicked
Keep it wicked
Give me that shit
Keep it wicked

I thought I told you lil bitches
I'm bout my hundreds no fifties
Holes in a two-thousand dollar shirts
I'm putting rips in Givenchy
All of my partners so filthy
All of your partners be stingy
Rubbing your mittens together and wondering why you got you no bitches
Opposites attract so you gon' be drawn to anything but the bitches
You a rich little bitch and you gon' get everything but the riches
My shawty got hatchets she run up like "Give me that shit, Give me"
My posse beside me you got it in "Give me that shit, Give me"
My reflection on butcher knife telling me
(Keep it wicked, Keep it)
The voices inside of me ain't giving a fucc bout no felony this what they telling me

Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit
Give me that shit (wicked shit)
Keep it wicked
Keep it wicked
Give me that shit
Keep it wicked

Still coming in with the sauce

Shut your funky pussy lips

Down the middle with a slit

Had to ash my cigarette

Wicked shit is what you want
Wicked shit is what you get