Wicker

[Chorus: Rolexx Homi]
See my squad get the sickest niggas
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Jheez, got them hittas and them drug dealers
Got them hittas and them drug dealers
You ain't a real hitta, you just scared of niggas
How you got bodies and you scared of niggas?

[Verse 1: Rolexx Homi]
Came out of gang, niggas switchin' up
These so called hittas, they ain't rippin' up
Tell niggas you got the drop, they ain't pickin' up
Tell niggas come see you, they ain't pullin' up
Tell niggas come see you, they ain't pullin' up
It's either them niggas are schemin' or them niggas bored
All this money on my head and it ain't scarin' us
Twenty grand, fifty grand, and they fearin' us
We catchin' homi's on the streets, they ain't hearin' us
We chase that nigga ten blocks and we bangin' on him
Took that chain off his neck that was hangin' on him
See, my right hand died in front of Yorkdale
Niggas hopped out the car and they bangin' the steel
Niggas waitin' by his car, shit's gettin' real
Any nigga involved, I'll pop it like a pill
And if I'm OT, I'm sendin' K Money to do the drill
Fuck boy, sendin' K Money to do the drill, ha
A gun charge, illegal search, I ain't takin' the deal
Took my shit to trial, lost, I'm gangin' for real
Took my shit to trial, lost, I'm gangin' for real

[Chorus: Rolexx Homi]
See my squad get the sickest niggas
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Jheez, got them hittas and them drug dealers
Got them hittas and them drug dealers
You ain't a real hitta, you just scared of niggas
How you got bodies and you scared of niggas?

[Verse 2: TwoTwo]
We went to war wit' the sickest niggas
Smoked a lotta weed over bidder liquor
Bodies gettin' framed, don't you get the picture?
You rats callin' names to avoid convictions
I was taught by the prison system
Niggas tell the most stories so I never listen
Catch a body we goin' OT
Got a youngin' that'll spray like he holdin' Febreze
My heart's cold real cold, you can tell that I freeze
Chopped beef, like a butcher we cuttin' up meat
You want smoke that's free smoke when we comin' wit' heat
I'm from the Lee we chew food like what's under your teeth
Like, free my niggas in the celly and if not we on road and we give a nigga hell
I swear we givin' niggas shells, hit my nigga on the wicker, he gon' ring you like a bell

[Chorus: Rolexx Homi]
See my squad get the sickest niggas
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Get the drop, page your hittas on the wicker, nigga
Jheez, got them hittas and them drug dealers
Got them hittas and them drug dealers
You ain't a real hitta, you just scared of niggas
How you got bodies and you scared of niggas?