Galoshes - Ouija Macc

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?

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

White boy came in this bitch killing em' turning your roster to Columbine quicc

Got your bitch all on my dick and she helping me putting the slugs in my clip

Still coming in with the sauce when you pussies got beef then I’m making it drip

Homie you ain’t with the shit

Shut your funky pussy lips

Pull you apart like a Backwood it look like a swisher the way it get split

Down the middle with a slit

I rub your brain like a clit

Told your bitch open her mouth

Had to ash my cigarette

The wicked shit is what you want

Wicked shit is what you get