G Nikes (feat. Polo G) Song Lyrics

Mhm-mhm, uh, uh
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah
Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh-uh
(Ayy, V, light 'em up)

Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English, she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock

I ain't gay, but fell love in with Benjamins (fell in love)
She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (you taste good, ayy)
I forget her name, I'ma call her, "Ceiling fan" (she blowin' me good)
Baby, hе lied to you, that boy has never killеd a man (never killed nobody)
One step, two step, three steps, stomp (stomp)
Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red)
See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't 'bout no fuckin' hump)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy)
F.N., Glock nines, ARs, K (yeah)
Kick door, hands up, walk too safe
Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face?