Rick Rock - Wild'N lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano] We in this muhf**er wild'n wild'n I'm with my COB folks on my coast We turned all the way up, homie the knob broke yeah We out here wild'n wild'n My n***a we wild'n wild'n These b**hes be wild'n they wild'n Yeah we all wild'n wild'n Okay, I'm scheming on a beach with an a** like damn Got that ringer on my hip, it go blat blat bam If you drink then pour up, if you smoke weed then roll up Got so much drink in my cup I think I'm bout to throw up [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I'm turned up like Fonzy's collar, yeah my crew be talkin' sh** Turn this club into a drop top, tear the roof up off this b**h I think I'm finna get so drunk, you know what Drake, I'm on one I be on that Ace, you can say that I'm on one Yeah, I'm a boozer, no Carlos, got floozies by the carloads She got a boyfriend, she gonna lose hers Losers what we call those lame a** n***as who be crowdin' these who*es n***a you ain't wild, you's a bore, I'm a beast, wild as a boar My n***as way live, stay fried, like my gang tryin' to get kicked out I see a gang of broads, stage side, I might stage dive with my dick out I slid up in her party with my makeshift knife I'm about that life like [?], my n***a I can't get [?] [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] I might walk up in that strip club with a condom on f** a lap dance, I'm tryin' to bone, f** that b**h to Rihanna's song Throw it up, throw it up, my dick anaconda long A picture of my dick is the screensaver on your baby momma phone I give her a call, tell her to wear a skirt with no drawls Now I'm liftin' up her frame cuz I'm nailin' her on the wall My game's stupid like retards, I don't need loot to get these broads I can make it rain EBT cards and still leave with your sweetheart You know this thug wildin' told y'all I'm an a**aholic It's like you bu*t dialin' cuz now your a** is callin' That's what I call a booty call, I'm in her ear like that sloth I told her my dick was contagious and she caught it [Hook: Julius Luciano] [Verse 3: Kenny] I'm on that juice that make you turn up, turn up juice I'm on that juice that make you turn up, turn up juice I feel there's no way you're f**in' with me, go away quit f**in' with me No way you're f**in' with me, go away quit f**in' with me Oh sh**, I'm drinkin' like some kind of alcoholic I'm feelin' like there's absolutely no way you're f**in' with me Go away quit f**in' with me, no way you're f**in' with me, go away quit f**in' with me I puff green, I can't quit man, do it day and night Light up trees, my new nickname should be Christmas lights You don't think your boy's cuttin' tonight you want somethin' I'll make her orgasm in her crib, that's homecoming [Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] When I hit the club, it's shinin' time I don't need no icy watch, I'm pipin' hot b**hes cuz my team is scorching, pipin' hot C.O.B is worldwide, y'all know how we do it It's like your team is sterilized, y'all ain't got no movement If n***as wanna start some sh**, we ain't trippin' We don't give a motherf** or a D-A-M-N When the beef is crackin' I'mma clap this llama Braow, put this back to drama I'm wild'n, I'm a street fighter, hit a n***a with a hundred hands, that's E. Honda Shoe Gang is heatin' up, sauna lover, stackin' dollars We about bread, b**hes, beef in that order, Scrappy's momma We so rough, we so loud, so what, we so foul When we show up, we show out, shown up, we so wild [Hook: Julius Luciano]