Текст Big K.R.I.T. – Wicked Wicked (Freestyle)

Keep doing what I’m doing
Cause I’m doing what these other niggas don’t
Ugh
Shit was crazy been crazy
I’m just trying to mix the flow with the flava
Keep it louder than cable, ugh
Whippin till Oprah my neighbor
If you ain’t scoring all the points
Or winning in the finals them labels will trade ya
If a nigga can’t respect the stats and you balling out the trap them niggas is haters, ugh
Ain’t no reason just to flag tho
Wood grain on the dashboard
I been shittin’ on these non believers
Money made me an asshole
Walking round the bank asking all the bank tellers
Why so serious?
They only know me by my government nowadays and they way too curious
How he getting money money? ugh
He deposit like its nothing, ugh
I’m the last dragon breathing, ugh
They just kept me in the dungeon, ugh
Now I’m on the dough
On the grind
Of the boy
Break it down
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall

Who the coldest MC around?
Creeping crawling bumping sounds
Got more TV than a lounge
Bottle service white and brown
So much drank that I can drown
Stand on the back of these couches
Shout out to DJ they shout us
The love us with more than them vouchers
It’s crazy the industry doubt us
So I’m picking up the pieces
President starch and the creases
Make it where they gotta see me
Pay me just to come to meetings
Ain’t nothing change, ain’t nothing changes, ain’t nothing changed at all
I’m still multi till the sun die and I I’m doing this for my dawg

Krizzle
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Like that there
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
One time now
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh
12 for 12
I’m 12 for 12
I’m 12 for 12
Krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Lehgo