[Verse 1: Young Wicked]
Hahaha alright come on
They on the internet trolling
They just mad my shit going
And my pockets Hulk Hogan
Like these pythons they swollen
The feature price it keep growing
Like these pine trees I'm blowing
What's that style that your flowing
Oh thats my same old ass showing
Say cheese for the camera I'm holding
Take a picture of the daggers I'm throwing
At almost every rapper that's flowing
Its about to be another massacre homie
These other rappers ain't half as dope as they acting bro
I play Whack-A-Mole with you rapping hoes
If you had some shows you probably cancelled those because your mans and them is all vaginals and that's pussy
(pussy pussy pussy pussy)
I don't think nobody wanna face it yuh
Wicked is the motherfuckin' greatest yuh
Favorite rapper living in my basement yuh
Tied up looking for survival
Swearing on the bible rappers finna die bro (die bro)
Oh shit!
And I might be liable to go a little psycho looking in my eyeball
Crazy lips what I'm praying
Is the rap game quick coming with the shady shit
And if I do another show you better pay me bitch
Or I might have to come up to your place of biz
So vacay wait ask him where the safe is hid
I don't think he know who he playing with but I'm about to get this money and I'm staying lit because
[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I been getting lit yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
You's a bottom bitch yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just hit a lick yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm just staying lit
I'm just staying lit
I been getting lit yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
You's a bottom bitch yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah

[Verse 2: Young Wicked]
Bitch I feel like I'm Rambo
And my ammo is amble
I'm Marshall amps in my channel, distortion pedaling grammar
All my shit be the chronic, all your shit be the bammer
I stay lit like a lantern while you just stutter and stammer
They don't really wanna beef with me, I eat beats and leave these MCs completely undamaged
You ain't gotta speak, I see your weak feeble easy meat bleeding between a sandwich
I don't want to feed the beast but if I need to sleep
And then I can't with all of this panic
I'ma have to bleed 'em, keep 'em in a freezer
Breed the roast beef I'm even add a little seasoning
Cut the meat and leave 'em in between
Two pieces of the urban cheese cause I'm famished
Yeah, tell 'em who the motherfucking man is
Look at who the baddest, see a picture of the savage
Uhh, fuck the fame, you can have it
Uhh, baby tell me where the cash is
Uhh, went from broke to living lavish
Uhh, come out swinging like I'm Cassius
[Chorus: Young Wicked]
I been getting lit yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
You's a bottom bitch yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just hit a lick yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm just staying lit
I'm just staying lit
I been getting lit yeah
I've been on my shit yeah
You's a bottom bitch yeah
I'm just staying lit yeah