Bizzy Banks, Shawny Binladen - Whole Lotta Wickery lyrics

(EP on the Beat) yeah
Oh, I like this one, EP (Pvyso, I love you)
Uh, whole lotta wickery them wick hours
Uh, yeah, uh, uh

I see an opp, closed curtains, Grinch 'em
I just might get her a Birkin
Off of the Perc',  man
This shit got me nervous
Just got a pint and this
Shit got me swervin', uh
Pop me a Perc' and I boot up
I'm in the woods and I stay with my 'ooter
9 Wick totin', I'm Grinching with Buddha
Thirty round drum, yeah, the
Clip like a ruler, uh
Just got a G, call Bizzy
Slide on the opps, tell bro get busy
They got a thirty, but I keep me a fifty
Big Shawn Wick move tact', no kizzy, uh
Look at the chain, that's big rocks


Step in the trap, look left, that's 6 Block
Keep me a G, Shawn Wick don't kickbox
He not a hitter, that boy be on TikTok
And I trap house jump 'cause
I got it in motion stay with the wolves
Got me feelin' like Logan
Poppin' these Percs, goin' crazy
I'm rollin' bro got a 'Cat
But he drive it like he stole it
Ice on my wrist like the
Doc' said it's swollen
And they gotta free my Yellows
'cause the crackers is on me
How you save that bitch
But she out here hoeing?
How you the plug, but I'm out here zoeing?
How you the 'ooter
But I'm out here toting?
Rollin', smokin' on yaya, it's potent
Son turned three, yeah
My little boy growin'
That's another reason why his
Pops ain't goin'
That's another reason why his
Pops be totin'
I spot an opp and I leave that boy floatin'
New wick piece and it look like the ocean
Walk with a G, yeah, I keep it in motion

Yeah free the fuckin' 'ooters, man
Free all the fuckin' 'ooters, man
Free the fuckin' Unit
Not G-Unit, nigga, free the Murder Unit
Nigga get money
(EP on the beat) bizzy, haha, look, uh

Stack or starve, nigga, you better save
Pass the money to my young nigga Blaze
Trappin' hard, we got sixty-two ways
(Pvyso, I love you)
Chrome Heart, we got Flava Flavs
Chrome spark if I do not get paid
Cozart, all we know is bang
Chief Keef, if you ain't get the name
I was down, but you don't know the pain
One pair of feets
Ain't have boots for the rain
No money for cabs, I was hoppin' the train
You ain't put in work, so how you got stain?
You ain't got heat, so how you got flame?
I lost my bloodas, this shit ain't the same
They either dead or they stuck in the cage
I was out trappin', fuck minimum wage
Life changed, I get paid for the stage, uh
Uh
Just wanna be rich, but I'm stuck in my ways
If the BIN lit, we gon' buy the whole page
Before sidekicks, yeah, a nigga had aim
You don't like me, nigga, let that shit bang
In the trenches, shoot this shit like a range
Life make you grown
It don't care 'bout no age
I'm deep in these streets
I think we engaged but she don't love me
We ain't on the same page
I hopped off the porch 'cause
I had to get paid
My mama don't know what go on in my brain
I want to talk, but it's hard to explain
My father a gangster, shit run in my veins
That's why I do music
'cause I cannot paint
I love my bitch, but she always complain
I was down, but I had to maintain
Now I'm up, I done bought a few chains
But I ain't happy 'cause
I'm still feeling drained
We catch an opp, turn that boy to a strain
Bitch, we make movies, but don't entertain
GMTO structure, yeah, that's the campaign
You took a loss, but what did you gain?
If I have a son, then I'm calling him Saint
'Cause that's what he is at
The end of the day, uh