Future Wicced - Ouija Macc, Lyte

Ay Ouija

(right now, right now)

Hol' up huh

Got the OG’s bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Feeling like the future of the wicced shit

Feeling like the future of the wicced shit

Feeling like the future of the wicced shit

To the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Gotcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Looking like the future of the wicced shit

Looking like the future of the wicced shit

Looking like the future of the wicced shit

And my ex hoes who never saw potential — How you like me now?

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Foe fifs to ya lips blow a little kiss (mmwah)

Long dicc but your bitch don’t deserve the shit

No paint on my face Ima murder shit

Told Violent J tell me what to hurt em' with?

Murderous, blood curdlin', ripped cartilage, all of this for all of this blood

on a bitch

Calling this the ballin' this now, follow this, venomous, from Hell I guess,

rebellious

Finally found my link (my link)

Finally found my link (my link)

I finally found my link (ohh)

Give a fucc what y’all think (hold up)

Pussy meet ya maker then it take ya where ya gotta go

Split ya noggan then I leave you smokin' like an auto-mo

Callin me on my name and I change this game and slice ya fucin' clothes

He was sleeping on me now I’m poppin' thats the way it goes (bitch)

Thats the way it goes (hah little bitch, turn up)

Point me to the people Ima speak the evil

Fucc who ever frontin' on me tell em I don’t need them neither

Homie crank the bass until it blow the muthafuccin speaker

Straightjacket on me mane I’m feeling like I’m Justin Bieber

Feel like Miley Cyrus

Feel like Miley Cyrus

Ima wrecking ball on anybody try us

You know where my knife is when its in your iris

Every juggalo computer got me like a fuccin' virus

Dirty demon in designer I don’t need a stylist

Put my baby in designer feeling like a stylist

Bloodstain Balmain got me feeling stylish

Laugh when I see brain got me feeling childish

Psychopathic in this bitch we the fuccin' wildest

Got the FBI tryna profile us

Got the ATF tryna profile us

Tell Trump go and see a gynecologist

Slaughter them, Slaughter them, fake like collegian

Cops can’t help you, no point calling them

All of them, All of them, must kill all of them

Stone Cold boomin' out the tomb like (?) *BOOM BOOM*

Buck Buck buck shot at them

Robbin' them pop four more (?)

(?) like shit now its on again

Die and perform The Gathering as a hologram

Finally found my link (my link)

Finally found my link (my link)

I finally found my link (ohh)

Give a fucc what y’all think (hold up)

You may never hear my music coming out the radio

CD’s, MP3's for the juggalos

Calling me on my name I change the game just like some fuccin' clothes

He was sleeping on me now I’m poppin' thats the way it goes

Got the OG’s bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

To the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Gotcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

And my ex hoes who never saw potential — How you like me now?

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

(?) and I love it

Alright til' I fall dead til the blood drip

Thug shit catch a slug quick

Haters suck dick

(?) get the plug bitch if ya drug sick

Now bloody in the thug pit got the club lit

Fuck a stud ho!

Won’t you let a jugga-lug hit

Scrub clique got your whole team bugging but it don’t mean nothing

Mean mugging something that you seen coming

Murder for food and I’m serving these fools

And I’m killing this shit and you heard of me too

And I vertically shoot out the burgundy coupe

Send them bust in your head you’ll need surgery (ughh)

So fuck with my team and I might go batshit

We are the future of Psychopathic

See why you mad brah look how I grabbed ya abracadabra like flow magic

Back in the day never saw my potential

We in the game and you stuck on that bench hoe

Slaughter them all and you still smell the stench though

Bouncing in this motherfucka wearing my trench coat

Got the OG’s bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

Feeling like the future of the wicked shit

To the fucc boys who acted like my family and held me out

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Gotcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Got the young boys bouncing in this motherfucca right now

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

Looking like the future of the wicked shit

And my ex hoes who never saw potential — How you like me now?

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch

Betcha feeling pretty stupid huh

Betcha feeling like a stupid bitch