fot. materiały prasowe (c) Wszelkie prawa zastrzeżone
Wideo zostało zrealizowane do singla “Wicked”.
W klipie widzimy sporo chmur i świateł stroboskopowych.
Z efektem można zapoznać się poniżej. Za reżyserię odpowiada Grant Singer.
Nagranie pochodzi z opublikowanego w styczniu 2016 roku mikstejpu “Purple Reign”.
Utwór trafił także na album “Evol”, który raper wydał w lutym 2016 roku.
ZOBACZ TELEDYSK
FUTURE – WICKED
Tekst piosenki
Future – Wicked
[Intro]
(DJ Esco Moe City the coolest DJ on the muthafuckin planet)
Wicked tunes, you know what I’m sayin’?
(Southside)
Wizard
(Metro Boomin want some more Nigga)
[Hook]
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wooh, Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
[Verse 1]
Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas
Phantom parkin’, big dawg barkin’ hey
Lortabs on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
Shawty want that wave, oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m drippin’ Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh
Put a gold bird on you, that’s what’s happening
I put that lingo on her, she was Spanish
I fill a one liter up with Xannies
This continental and it’s panoramic
It’s complimentary to the savages
You fuck around with me, it be a tragedy
I want green, green, green, no asparagus
I drink lean, lean, lean it ain’t embarrassing
[Hook]
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wooh, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
[Verse 2]
Now she going, now that bitch going
I purchase Avianne and now she lit, huh
Wedding band rings on me lit, huh
Married to the game, I’m the shit, huh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bitch we made men
We ain’t pullin’ up at cribs that we can’t get
You can’t pull a bitch on Instagram I ain’t hit, huh
And then she tellin’ lies about me cause she ain’t shit, uh
She want that big-big dog status
I was in the alley with them nickel bags, tally
Now I’m Taliban gang status, that’s what’s happenin’
And you niggas can’t get close cause you don’t know me
It ain’t no more dip and dabbin’, hangin’ low key
These bitches see me and they panic
I can’t believe it, I was on the corner gamblin’
[Hook]
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked