Nardo Wick - Who is Nardo Wick? Album Lyrics

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Rich Maniac

(Okay)

That young boy been on boss shit
They not f*ckin' with 'em
He straight but if he over there when I spin
Better get to duckin' with 'em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trustin' niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico
See what happened to Rich Porter, nigga

Glizzy splash, this water, nigga
Glizzy flame been torchin', nigga
Them hollow tips torch a nigga
Camera flash in portrait, nigga
You know I ain't talkin 'bout no camera
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that burner, nigga
You know I ain't talkin 'bout no camera
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that heater, boy
Ain't got that heater, I beat a boy
How the hell that heater freeze a boy?
Pull up, make you beat it, boy
Pull up, she gon' eat the boy
Pull up, she gon' chop a kid
She play with balls like soccer kids
Tony tweakin' off them jigs
Not just one, he popped two of day
Paranoid of his own shadow
Wonder if he gon' split ya wig
Know I got that ol' Drake and I got that Sauer SIG
Pull up in a Focus Ford
Tryna everybody killed
Money don't shit mean
Niggas know I'm wicked still (I said it wrong)
Know I got that Draco and I got that SIG Sauer
Pull up in a Ford Focus
Tryna kill everybody
Money don't mean shit
Niggas know I'm still wicked
Yeah, that's right

That young boy been on boss shit
They not f*ckin' with 'em
He straight but if he over there when I spin
Better get to duckin' with 'em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trustin' niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico
See what happened to Rich Porter, nigga

Bitch (mm-mm)
I'm a maniac
Illustrate a nigga block, I'm who painted that (mm-mm)
I'm a psycho
Known for makin' niggas crash, call Geico (gang-gang)
Bitch, I'm insane
Brodie slide, I'm right behind, ain't gotta explain (wicked, wicked)
I'm a f*ckin' monster
Put a nigga six feet like three niggas stomped 'em (mm, mm)

Please don't play with me
'Cause I don't fear shit and I wouldn't even play with me
Nina got evicted now ,that bitch stay with me
Like my name Michelle, I keep that K in front of me
Uh, uh, what's yo' Cash App?
Just tell me where they be and I'll get you cashed out
I got the drop, I spin the block, the whole street assed out
I watched him drop, he went to twitchin'
Think he lagged out (he glitchin', damn)
This bitch got me mad as f*ck
She sent the drop, I slid through, yeah, I had picked her up
She said we can't f*ck 'cause she came on her red stuff
What the f*ck? Stupid bitch, what you came for?
Uh, uh, I get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, .22 get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, Varis get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, everybody tweakin'
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I get to shootin'
Uh, uh-uh, .22 get to shootin'
Uh, uh, Varis get to shootin'
Uh, uh, everybody shootin'

Blocka, blocka, another nigga gone
Push up while you playin' music, glizzy sing along
Soon as you hit the door, we f*ck, ain't with the prolong
I'm finna go with main bitch so don't call my phone (don't call me)

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Wickman

(Donnie Katana)

Ridin' in a 'Vette with a lil' lady in it
Alphabet, catch a L try to follow this 'Vette
I ain't worried 'bout a set, type of nigga that'll kill the whole set
Fire, fire, send shots at his neck

Bought my bitch a Perc' just to hold my stick
I'ma rob the whole city if I can't get rich
I'm a money makin' nigga, ain't goin' like Mitch
Yeah, I love my dawgs, I don't do 'em like Vick
Got Nina on my side, yeah, I tuck her like Chris
And these bullets talkin' lips, they'll give a nigga kiss
If a nigga play with us, see a whole lotta flicks (a whole lotta flicks)
If a nigga play with us, take a hole out a pit, look

Dead man, dead man, yeah, that's he
He play with the gang, now he asleep
Dead man, dead man, yeah, that's he
He play with the gang, now he deceased
Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me
He call the shots and rap on beats
Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me
He a lil' wicked nigga as you can see

Shittin' on niggas, need a whole lotta sauce
Dick-ridin' niggas, there's a whole lotta y'all
If you play with me, you got a whole lotta balls
She been suckin' for an hour, got a whole lotta jaw
Ho wet like a shower, she couldn't even wear drawers
And her legs kept shakin', she couldn't even stand tall
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Ridin' in a 'Vette with a lil' lady in it
Alphabet, catch a L try to follow this 'Vette
I ain't worried 'bout a set, type of nigga that'll kill the whole set
Fire, fire, send shots at his neck
When these bullets take off, they gon' off the whole set
Chop' sang like Quavo, don't get scared
We move like Migos, country bands
He cap like Kangol, move that head

Wickman, Wickman, Wickman
Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me
Wickman, Wickman, Wickman
Wickman, Wickman, Wickman, yeah, that's me
Lil' wicked nigga as you could see
And he put a bitch in double Cs
He ain't no Crip, but he double C'ing
This foreign fabric come from oversea

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Alright

I mean I be chillin'
I ain't had no fun in a minute
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm-
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm-, wicked, I'm-
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
(OhKay)

Alright, alright, where's all the fun?
I been chillin' for a minute I miss makin' niggas run
Alright, alright, what is there to do?
Ooh, I know pull up where they be, extend my arm and shoot
Alright, okay, go, go, go
Everybody gets gotted, it ain't no eenie miny moe
Alright, okay, row, row your boat
Turn they hood into a ocean and let's see if they can float

Alright, okay, ski mask, AK
Alright, okay, chase him broad day
Alright, okay, ski mask, AK
Alright, okay, chase him broad day

All my niggas call me Wick and all my bitches call me daddy
All my niggas droppin' shit and all my bitches droppin' panties
You wanna die? Just drop a diss and in my DM leave your addy
When I walk I got a stick, lately been actin' like my granny
A-B-C-D-E F me, everybody know that I'ma a muhf*ckin' G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O, shh, everybody know that we got muhf*ckin' Ps (bang)
Catch a nigga loafin' stuff him in my SBs
Need to name lil' TwoTwo Disney 'cause he keep a XD
Sorry babe, I'm a dog, bitches want to pet me
I'm off the leash and hard to tame, someone call the vet please
Bitch, I'm wicked, I'a reaper, I'm a muhf*ckin' menace
Get up close and use that toolie, I'm a muhf*ckin' dentist
I pull up and stretch shit, lil Wick a muhf*ckin' genius
See me out with your bitch, mind your muhf*ckin' business
I wear Bape, I wear VLone, I wear this shit called Glock
I spend money, I spend time, I spin that shit called blocks
I drank water, I drank juice, bro drink this shit called Wock'
My blood cold, my heart cold, but I'm this shit called hot

Alright, alright, where's all the fun?
I been chillin' for a minute I miss makin' niggas run
Alright, alright, what is there to do?
Ooh, I know pull up where they be, extend my arm and shoot
Alright, okay, go, go, go
Everybody gets gotted, it ain't no eenie miny moe
Alright, okay, row, row your boat
Turn they hood into a ocean and let's see if they can float

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Chop Chop

I'm wicked
I'm wicked that just means -
Know that shit just explains me, how my mind work
(OhKay)

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Chopstick make a nigga cha, cha, cha
I can't believe what I just heard the opps outside
Come on bro let's hurry up and make the block hot
"Nardo y'all should let 'em slide," blah, blah, blah

Uh-uh, come on let's go right now
It don't gotta be night time
I pull up with that stick swingin' like I lost my sight, ah
Pour 'round and rounds, they bite, ah
Get hit and see the light, ah
Get hit and it get bright, ah
Get hit you lose your life, ah
Get hit and then you dead, die
See red I got a red eye
We laid him down 'round 9 P.M.
You would think he had a bedtime
Switch on the Glock, that's fed time
Look Wick ain't got damn mind
Remember me and Ian went on that uh-huh
I'm trippin' never mind
Get low, tip toe, creep (what all you need?)
Ski mask, chopstick, me (how it go?)
Hopped out, boom-boom, sleep
Come with me and I'll teach you how to work that muhf*ckin'

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Pull up shinin' all my jewelry on (all my f*ckin' jewelry on)
We don't got no heart but all us got chrome (all us got that chrome)
We like some f*ckin' pillows, everybody touch dome (everybody touch dome)
We like some laxative, we all get shit gone (all us get shit gone)
All us was wearin' masks before that coughin' shit (before that COVID shit)
Been stayin' away from niggas before that COVID hit
Opps don't come out and they blame that Corona shit
But when I catch 'em I got a shot for 'em
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no vaccine, bitch

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Chopstick make a nigga cha, cha, cha
I can't believe what I just heard the opps outside
Come on bro let's hurry up and make the block hot
"Nardo y'all should let 'em slide," blah, blah, blah

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

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Blam Boom

(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)
(Forever Rolling)

Blam-boom
Tryna put a nigga on the damn news
Postin' switches on the internet
That boy a damn fool
Bought a purse, he still ain't hit it yet
That boy a damn fool
Bought a Perc', he barely know the plug
That boy a damn fool
Blam-boom
You see all these diamonds on me hittin'
Blam-boom
Plenty hoes, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches
Blam-boom
Ant bite, trigger finger itchin'
Blam-boom
I paid to get 'em gone
I'ma kill the triger

(Blam-boom)
If he speak on a murder, that's a red flag
(Blam-boom)
He pillow talk to bitches? That's a red flag
(Blam-boom)
That Perc' too cheap? That's a red flag
(Blam-boom)
If I'm in that backseat, throw the white flag

Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Tryna blam you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Man down you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Jump out and I
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom

Blam-boom
You can't label me as no rap nigga (nah)
'Cause I'm who the rappers rap about
Call us R-O-A-G (Round Of Applause Gang)
'Cause me and all these niggas clap a lot (mm, mm, mm)
They say, "Nardo be in black a lot" (mm, mm, mm)
They say, "Lil' nigga keep that strap a lot" (mm, mm, mm)
He say he gang, I say, "No, you not" (mm, mm, mm)
She said, "I can't f*ck"
She came on her dot (mm, mm)
I done see a lot of crazy things
Lotta brutal images in my brain (mm, mm)
That lil' nigga there be tweakin'
That's an understatement, I'm insane

Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Tryna blam you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Man down you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Jump out and I
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom

Blam-boom
All these chains, this shit makin' me hot
Tissue for my wrist big boogers in the watch
Come on let's squash this, I think not
How you left him when you saw him? I think shot
Opps tryna keep they kids 'cause they know we gon' spam
Opps went and got they kids, the only time we gon' spam
And this mask shit ain't new, I used to always wear 'em
Broke and still rock my jeans, used to always share 'em
And that slime shit ain't nothin', used to always do it
I ain't never drove shit, used to always shoot it
I ain't ever waste my beam, used to always use it
Glock loud, don't matter used to always mute it

Blam-boom
You see all these diamonds on me hittin'
Blam-boom
Plenty hoes, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches
Blam-boom
Ant bite, trigger finger itchin'
Blam-boom
I paid to get 'em gone
I'ma kill the trigger

Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Tryna blam you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Man down you
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Jump out and I
Blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom, blam-boom
Blam-boom

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Me or Sum

[Part I]

[Future]
Drop your location, she think she me or sum' (Hendrix)
Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum'
She keep a Glock in her bag, she think she me or sum' (Pluto)
VVS rocks with the cash, she think she me or sum' (Keep it Z3N)

[Future]
Came out hustlin' with the bag, oh no
I can't get it to the guys, oh
Bitch can't see me in binoculars
Run it up, check up with Prada
You runnin' your racks up, I'm proud of you
All bad bitch eat seafood
Took the hot box on the detour
Came back, red on the bottom of her shoe
Postin' the devil, she thinkin' she me or sum'
Canary yellow, she thinkin' she me or sum'
Step like a stepper, she drippin' Emilio Pucci
She think she me or sum'
She barely ever poppin' outside
But when she do (When she do), tryna kill sum'
My number one hitter, always movin' in silence
She the truth, real one
You can ask her if she gang, gang
She gon' tell you she rep the same thing I do (Yeah)
She not my main thing
But on the weekends, she lovin' my crew, lovin' my crew

[Part II]

[Nardo Wick]
She said she got a man, I act deaf, I don't hear her
Come here, girl, stop playin', let me put it in your liver (Put it in your liver)
Eat what's in my pants, baby, don't gotta go to dinner
I stole her heart, thou shall not steal, I'm sorry, I'm a sinner
Let her put my chains on, now she think she me or somethin'
Got a special ringtone, when it beep, I know she comin'
She just put her hair on, now she think she flee or somethin'
Nardo hit that G spot, when she scream, I know she cummin'
I put her in LV, on my feet is LV
I think I'm a lover boy, sing to your bitch like Elvis
My bitch in the front seat, my other bitch in back seat
Nardo, who your other bitch? I'm talkin' 'bout my choppy
Know I keep a bankroll, baby, count my bankroll
Put it in your purse, she say, "It's too much, bae, it won't go
Too much, bae, it won't fold, too much, bae, I'm gon' tote"
I know I got a lot of y'all, but, baby, you my favorite ho
She love me, she love me not
She love me, she love me not
She love me, she love me not
She love me, she love me not

[Lil Baby]
Baby in this bitch
Like, "Let me through here," I need millions for the new year
Send a threat, I send my crew there
Know they hate how big I blew up
Got that check for real, went Audemars Piguet and bought my boo one
Think my favorite car's my blue one, pop that shit for real, I do this
Put my heart inside my safe deposit box 'cause I ain't gon' use it
I made forty million last year, and that's just off my music
I done finally got the mothaf*ckin' ball, and I ain't gon' lose it
Seem like everybody snoozin' while I'm steadily improvin'
I get money like I'm Jewish, I'm gon' be the one
She got all them bracelets up her arm, look like she me or somethin'
She get new Chanel whenever she want like it's free or somethin'
I been buyin' Birkin bags for bitches like they three for one
Excuse my French, I'm sorry, momma, this Phantom cost five hunnid
I been lit for five summers, everyone know how I'm comin'
Real exotic bags for thirty-five, we got our side pumpin'
Niggas don't want war with us, I spin until my last hunnid, yeah

[Future]
Rackies on rackies, now she think she me or sum'
Dressin' like she tecky, now she think she me or sum'
Count up cash really fast, now she think she me or sum'
Keep the extendo in her bag, now she think she me or sum'
Walked in with a baddie, now she think she me or sum'
Gon' drop the addy, now she think she me or sum'
Bust down an Audemars, now she think she me or sum'
Cop another foreign car, now she think she me or sum'
Bitch don't need a stylist, she must think she me or sum'
Always goin' viral, she must think she me or sum'
Turn up on a bad ho, she must think she me or sum'
Diamonds on her rings and her chain, think she me or sum'
Posted up, runnin' with her gang, think she me or sum'
Flawless, Freeband gang, reppin' like she me or sum'

[Future]
Mm, Pluto
Wicked
Nardo, you got you one with this one

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Play Wit Me

(Onokey fully loaded)
You wan' play? You lay

Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die

Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and skrrt, skrrt

Play with me? No, don't f*ckin' play with me
Play with me? Baow, he shouldn't've played with me
Never cheat on Nina, me and her together faithfully
She so f*ckin' mean, she make niggas run away from me
You can't call me twin if you ain't ever let it rip, uh
Rollin' with two thirty clips, we pullin' up like Nip', uh
Soon as I made the block, I think them bitches need a ship, uh
Empty then we flip 'em, we got acrobatic clips
There's like seven pipes in here, bro, we do not need no alarm
Just got a switch, it hold a hunnid, just gon' shoot away my arm
First time shootin', I had missed, had to go home, work on my form
Second time, slime, I caught Flex, you could ask any nigga, I ain't know him
Ask anybody that know me, they'll tell I'm not regular
Play with me, I make findin' you part of my day schedule
If you about to do a drill, make sure you leave your cellular
"Nardo, you a wicked bitch," I hear that on the regular

Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die
Play with me, you die, play with me, you die

Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and pullin' up
Play with me, won't drop a diss, I'm gettin' drops and skrrt, skrrt

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Lullaby

Mmm
Wicked, I'm-
Mmm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (Tay Keith f*ck these niggas up)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked

My dawg a walkin' lullaby, he put shit to sleep
I be with wolves, you'll never catch me with a sheep
Gon' head and commit suicide, talkin' 'bout beef with me
'Cause either way you dead but I know you rather you do it than me
I don't got no manners, I don't got no manners (I don't got no manners)
We some loose screws that's why we walk with hammers (always keep a hammer)
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no (I don't got no)
I don't got no motherf*ckin' sense

Uh, I don't got no motherf*ckin' sense
I ain't gettin' in that car if that window don't got tint (window don't got tint)
And them niggas ain't no opps if that block ain't get bent (if that block ain't get bent)
I ain't the one who shot that K, if that chopper ain't hit shit
Rollin' bitch, I'm rollin' bitch, I'm rollin' but not geeked
When I say rollin', I mean slidin', tryna knock somethin' off they feet
You see Varis, you see Ian, you see Two, you see me
I see opp, I reach in then pull out and use heat (grrah, grrah, boop)
I ain't cuffin no thots, I got hoes, bitch, I'm pimpin'
Why the f*ck you on your camera?
Give me your phone, bitch, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin')
They say Wick might need a cane (why?)
'Cause the nigga always limpin'
But he can't help it cause he got a lot of shots
And a lot of knots in them britches
Uh, she said, "You ain't shit"
I said, "I know, I might need laxatives"
I can't show her to my mama 'cause she just ain't bad enough
They wanna chase the bag with me but they just not fast enough
The opps got all them sticks and still ain't slide, it just ain't addin' up
Chain on, swing swing (yeah)
Reach for this, bang bang
Drop your nuts and let 'em hang
I'm in the mood to bust a brain
Wicked shit, we Wicked Gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

My dawg a walkin' lullaby, he put shit to sleep
I be with wolves, you'll never catch me with a sheep
Gon' head and commit suicide, talkin' 'bout beef with me
'Cause either way you dead but I know you rather you do it than me
I don't got no manners, I don't got no manners
We some loose screws that's why we walk with hammers
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no
I don't got no motherf*ckin' sense

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Power

(Hit-Boy)
I got power, I got rank, I got status

I got power, I got rank, I got status (I got status)
I got killers, I got guns, who want static? (Who want static?)
I got stripes, I got points, check my stats (check my stats)
I got bank, I got guap, I get racks
I got power, I got rank, I got status (I got status)
I got killers, I got guns, who want static? (Who want static?)
I got stripes, I got points, check my stats (check my stats)
I got bank, I got guap, I get racks (yeah, yeah)

I got power, I got rank, and I got status (yeah, yeah)
Bought my bitch a compact Glock, I'm romantic (I'm romantic)
Ask my niggas, ask my opps, I do damage
Might need a glue a tat on my ass
These niggas cap and I can't stand it
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm

Lemme clear my throat, uh
Walkin' in that rain, it hit my coat, uh
Walkin' in that rain, they watch me soak (watch me soak)
I dove in that water, yeah
I dove in that water with no float, uh
I was in that water with no boat, uh

I got power, I got rank, I got status (I got status)
I got killers, I got guns, who want static? (Who want static?)
I got stripes, I got points, check my stats (check my stats)
I got bank, I got guap, I get racks
I got power, I got rank, I got status (I got status)
I got killers, I got guns, who want static? (Who want static?)
I got stripes, I got points, check my stats (check my stats)
I got bank, I got guap, I get racks (get racks, Nardo Wick)

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Who Want Smoke?? (Remix)

I'm wakin' up
I'm wakin' up
I'm wakin' up (Emkay)
I'm wakin' up

Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?

Who want smoke with me? I'm tryna f*ck a nigga lungs up
They be like, "Nardo, put them damn guns up"
F*ck that, say, big brother, bring them guns out
When it's smoke, we get to spinnin' while the sun out
I ain't never lackin', I pump gas with my gun out
Scream out, "What's happening?" Then get to bussin' 'til it run out
All these niggas hidin', I'm like where they at? It ain't no fun out
7.62s, big as hell, knock a nigga lungs out
One, two, three, four
Kick your door, get on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Don't make no noise, I'll eat your face
Nine, ten, eleven
We ain't gon' say that number, we don't f*ck with jakes
I'ma kill fourteen niggas if thirteen bitch niggas play
I think my Draco might be gay (why?)
'Cause he blowin' niggas
I just got a brand new lolli'
That's a four nickel
Call me Nardo yes man
I don't know niggas
You could send your best man
You gon' lose your best hitta

What the f*ck is that?
What the f*ck is that?
That's how I step on niggas
(How I step on these bitch-ass niggas, bitch)

We step on shit like Craig daddy
We in the gym, no pep rally
Won't come outside, he scared probably
It deeper than a f*ckin' party
That don't matter (why?)
'Cause I'm gon' spray this bitch at everybody
I'm Nardo, bitch, I do magic
Turn his whip into a bastard
Take his life, he shouldn't have had it
I'm quick to snap just like my daddy
My nina rules, she kinda sassy
Let her go, she'll let you have it
Play you, lay you, try you down
I'm cold as hell, but I let off fire
Please don't try 'cause you gon' die
And I don't wanna see your mama cry
(Wakin' up, wakin' up, wakin' up, I'm wakin' up, wakin' up)

Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Nigga, who want smoke with me?

What the f*ck is that?
What the f*ck is that?
That's how I step on niggas
(How I step on these bitch-ass niggas, bitch)

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Why

Bitches from the past keep callin' me
I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June or July
But my heart in December

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame

Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day he tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame

F*ck a bitch, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats, uh
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You run away, I'm catchin' you, I played football
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')

Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame (yeah)

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Alley Cat

(G, I think we got one)
She a alley cat
She a alley cat
She a alley cat, alley cat
Don't take it personal

This ho think she classy (she's not)
This ho think she sassy (she's not)
No, bitch, you is ratchet (ratchet)
You lil' f*ckin' whore
She say, "Suckin' dick a habit" (f*ckin' habit)
You lil' f*ckin whore
Won't let the semen hit the canvas
Won't let it hit the floor
This bitch a alley cat, lil' slimey bitch
Should've named her slack
This bitch a rat-a-tat
That pussy dead, go get the gat
This bitch a knick-knack
How the hell you worth less than your bag?
This bitch a bunny rabbit
Hoppin' sack to sack to sack (sack to sack)

This bitch a 'Gram capper, lyin' to them folks
She scream, "Chanel Chanel," go home and sleep on the floor
There point some somebody a steerin' wheel
Ooh, she know she do the most
Lyin', talkin' 'bout all them niggas she f*cked
Stupid lil' bitch that ain't no boast
Stupid bitch that ain't no brag
Bitch, get in your bag
Callin' all them niggas daddy
This bitch got like twelve dads
And she be on creep shit, done got a couple daddies smashed
(I ain't trippin' over no ho, I'm goin' in, I am not trippin')
F*ck it, I'ma spazz (go in)
You lil' f*ckin' thot (thot)
You lil' f*ckin' slut (slut)
You look f*ckin' wet (water)
Want a million dollar nigga, you ain't even got no check
This bitch here ain't got no morals, ready to f*ck the set

Ready to f*ck the set
Who the f*ck made you hoes?
Bitch, think she classy, you is not that
Think you sassy, you not that
You is a motherf*ckin' thot

This ho think she classy (she's not)
This ho think she sassy (she's not)
No, bitch, you is ratchet (ratchet)
You lil' f*ckin' whore
She say, "Suckin' dick a habit" (f*ckin' habit)
You lil' f*ckin whore
Won't let the semen hit the canvas
Won't let it hit the floor
This bitch a alley cat, lil' slimey bitch
Should've named her slack
This bitch a rat-a-tat
That pussy dead, go get the gat
This bitch a knick-knack
How the hell you worth less than your bag?
This bitch a bunny rabbit
Hoppin' sack to sack to sack

That bitch a alley cat
That bitch a alley cat
That bitch a alley cat (alley cat)
That bitch a alley cat
That bitch a alley cat
That bitch a alley cat
She a alley cat
F*ckin' alley cat (bitch)

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Wicked Witch

(E-E-EMKAY)

She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)
Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')
I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)
Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drum
She want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)
Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)
I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)
Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drum

Uh, uh, I'm a wicked nigga, she my wicked witch
Uh, uh, glick in her Chanel, she a wicked bitch
Uh, when we f*ck we cum in sync, we have wicked sex
Uh, uh, keep it up and we gon' make a mini Wick

Uh, uh, bitch, I get that dope like a gentleman
Uh, don't be scared 'cause I got guns, babe, I'm a gentleman
Uh, bitches knockin' out my heart, bro, I won't let 'em in
Uh, can't get mad, baby, you know I'm a ladies' man
Uh, don't be insecure, your spot's secured, I promise you
Uh, know she safe with me, when evil comes, she know I shoot
Uh, trained her very well, the police come, I know she mute
Uh, call her pretty every hour though she know she cute
Uh, uh, she know I'm a gangster (she know I'm a gangster)
Shawty keep me outta trouble so I thank her (so I thank her)
You take away my anger (take away my anger)
I need you to hold me down, be my anchor (my anchor)
She take pictures with my banger (take pictures with my banger)
And I hope them niggas know that pussy come with danger
My mama said, "Don't talk to strangers" (don't talk to no strangers)
And 'fore you ever act up, bitch, I see you're stranger
Uh, uh, she said, "Fix your shirt, bae, your gun showin'"
Uh, uh, I said, "Fix your shorts, bae, your butt showin'"
She know if I up this torch then this gun blowin'
I say, "Them hoes can't f*ck with you," she say, "Bae, I'm knowin'"

She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)
Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')
I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)
Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drum
She want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)
Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)
I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)
Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drum

---

Wicked Freestyle

They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation

They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation

They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (they say)
Nobody breathin' f*ckin' with him
Let me my hold my breath (let me my hold my breath)
Ben Frank that's my best friend
I love that boy to death (love that boy to death)
F*ck with me? That's R.I.P.
You better keep a Tef'
'Lone, leave me alone, I got bitches want me bone
And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal in my bones
I smell like cat, I need cologne
Girl, you trippin', where my phone?
Don't bother me, I'm in my zone
I'm a boss, watch your tone (yeah)
I love when that chop kick
I love when that chop spit
Call me when that block bent
Call me when that chop hit
Call me when he sleep for good
Facetime and just nod your head
He said, "Wick, you overstood, call you when that nigga dead"
Amiri jeans, Dior the shirts, Celine the hat, I'm swaggin' shit (swaggin' shit)
H-o-e's, they come and go we ain't savin' hoes, we passin' shit (passin' shit)
Belly fat move to the butt, okay but not that plastic shit (not that plastic shit)
This Trackhawk is fast as hell but track mode make it fast as shit

(Pause the beat)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat
If you gon' steal the flow just make sure that you tag me
Lie for my niggas, so they bitch know not to ask me
I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people
Plenty cash, I'm rich ass hell
I still don't like to floss to people
Wicked Gang like nurses (how?), 'Cause we done shot a lot of people

They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
Uh-huh, uh-huh

I pull up in 5%, I feel like John Cena (feel like John Cena)
Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (nigga, you can't see me)
I smack that lil' ho down raw, I think I'm John Cena
All these chains on, I don't need a shirt just wear my wife beater

Aight I'm done, just playin'

He ain't never shot shit (nah)
He ain't never robbed shit (nah)
Talkin' all that gangsta-gangsta
Tell that boy to stop it
Tell the police, Free Lil Dee
Got him for a body
That gangsta shit, this in my blood, it's runnin' through my body
She always hit my phone when he do wrong, I gotta make it right
She taken but she call me time to time 'cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe)
She told him he is all she see
I came around, f*cked up her sight
She sound like a crack rock
She hit me once, f*cked up her life

They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation

---

Baby Wyd?

Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'?

Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna f*ck
I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you
I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet)
Come here baby girl and let me rub on you
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you

When I put it in your stomach you be screamin' tryna take it (tryna take it)
You grip the covers tight while you make the ugly faces
Yeah, that outfit cute but you look better when you naked (you look better when you naked)
Everybody say my name but it sound better when you say it
Let my face be your chair, come here sit right here
All that juice drippin' out, got some in my ear
While I'm in it, look you in the eyes, you know I like to stare
When you finna cum you say, "Don't stop, right there"
I hear the-, when you throw it back
Damn, mm-mm-mm, bae, you throwin' that
All that can't even fit in one hand that's how you know it's fat
I fiend for it soon as we get done that's how I know you crack

Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna f*ck
I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you
I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet)
Come here baby girl and let me rub on you
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you

Ayy, ayy, LaKeyah
Look
Got a thing for them street niggas (yeah)
Other niggas can't compete with 'em (nuh-uh)
Grip my ass like the Glock .40
While I ride the dick like a beat, nigga
No BBL but my waist snatched
Petite bitch, yeah, I'm real bad (real bad)
Feed it to you like soul food
Only real niggas get to taste that (ayy, ayy)
I ain't know you wanna f*ck
I'm like, "Come on bae, wassup?"
He like, "Baby, where you at?"
I'm like, "Boy, I'm pullin' up"
Ayy, you can fold me up with my legs
Gon' let 'em hit it, have his head gone
Get these rocks off then I head home
Dog niggas out, I do 'em dead wrong (I'ma dog)
He wanna pull it
I'ma let the nigga 'cause he paying for it just to get it done
Ayy, tell my nigga don't be scared now
Take the safety off I'ms tryna make you bust
Said, "Girl, I'm tryna wife ya"
I ain't tryna be no wifey
I'm the type to go one night and block a nigga while he typing
He like

Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
I wanna f*ck
I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you
I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (okay, bet)
Come here baby girl and let me rub on you (let me feel on you)
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you
Baby, what you doin'?
Baby, what you doin'? (Baby, what you doin'?)
Baby, what you doin'?
Come here I been missin' you

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Poppin Out

Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (gang-gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out (gang-gang)

I'm in the hood with gang-gang, nigga's better not f*ck with us (better not f*ck with us)
Broke the pistol down and snuck it in, yeah, we got heat with us (yeah, we got that heat)
Nigga play with gang-gang, better let that hitta bust (grrah, grrah)
Now everybody bunched up runnin' like a marathon
Get his ass (bah, bah, bah), get his ass (bah, bah, bah), mm-hmm
Hit that boy from six different sides like a hexagon (yeah, yeah)
Dunk on shit, call me LeBron, score, we do that every time (yeah)
Lil Detroit, but he gon' bang and that bitch a shootin' leprechaun
Wicked man, bitch, I'm a don, all my bitches extra fine
And I seen them in the ghetto, why the f*ck did you stand out there cryin'?
Gimme kiss and shut it up, girl, you know I f*ck with you (you know I f*ck with you)
Texas go and set him up, girl, you know I f*ck with you (you know I f*ck with you)
These niggas be trippin', they be tweakin' (tweakin', tweakin')
These niggas ain't gangsta, I be peepin' (I be peepin' bitches)
These niggas is hoes, I be seein' (I be seein' that shit)
These niggas be lyin', I believe 'em, ayy

Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out

Pop out with them killlers, bet we end a nigga's story
Take a nigga out his glory, boy, yeah, my hitter a shorty
Better not think this shit a game, like I'm rich how I'ma afford
Bitch, I'm Thirtyball, the rapper who put fifties on them forties
Then I spray all, I stand up, whack a murder when we borin'
Send a hit from the studio, get killed while I'm recordin' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Free Shiesty out that cage, shit gettin' annoyin'
Burnt her whole head up in the sky, she ate dick for some Jordans
I'm out of town don't ask me am I strapped, pussy of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ayy, pussy, of course
Two switches on me now, we got more shots than the Air Force
Two switches on me now, I get him whacked just with my voice
Two switches on me now blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)

Poppin' out with gang-gang, poppin' out with gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang (gang, gang, gang)
Everybody scrap back, everybody scrap back (everybody scrap back)
Everybody scrap back, scrap back (gang, gang, gang)
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out
Poppin' out with gang-gang, gang-gang poppin' out

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Bad Boy

I don't know what you been told
But Nardo Wick is a bad, bad boy

I'm a bad, bad boy
I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when a block get bent
I'm a bad, bad boy
I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when a block get bent

I'm a bad ass kid you can call me Dennis
"Nardo you a b-," don't finish that sentence
Caught a opp, fishbowl, uh, bullets went to rippin'
Don't blame me, blame him, it should've been tinted
Lean with it, rock with it, see who got the drop, get it
Lean with it, rock with it, aimin' at his top, hit it
Lean with it, rock with it, tell the morgue gon' dig it
Lean with it, rock with it, niggas know that I'm wicked
Nigga come in here trippin', it's the last place he breathe at
Wipe a nigga nose, this the last place he sneeze at
Said it's time to slide, I'm like, "Where the f*ck the keys at?"
I'm the one that made him fall, I'm like, "Tony did you see that?"

I'm a bad, bad boy
I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when a block get bent
I'm a bad, bad boy
I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when a block get bent

I'm a bad boy Mike Lowry, be weary
Mask on, Jim Carrey, I'm scary
12 comin', please hurry, please hurry
This a SRT, bro, we don't gotta worry
This a Hellcat, we straight
Done ran the blue lights mean vroom-vroom race
12 get behind escape
Four words for ya, "Don't hit that brake"
Four words for ya, "Nigga I'm that nigga"
Three words for ya, "Do not play"
Two words for ya, "I am"
One word for ya, "Wicked"

When a block get bent
They always blame me when a block get bent
Always blame me when a block get bent
Ayy, always blame me when a block get bent

---

Shhh

Ayy, what he said?
Ayy (Onokey fully loaded), what he said?
What he said? (Mm, Emkay), what he said?
What he said?

He said he a killer, he said he a gangster
He said he a robber, he said he got pounds
He said he shot what's his name, he said he the realest in it
Nardo what you got to say? Shh
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me, niggas talk too much (Shh)
Don't come around talking about shit I did, I ain't saying nothing (Shh)
Niggas scared of eyes, all I did was look and he ran from me (Shh)
He had ran away, I tried to hit his back, hit his leg, nigga went to Double Dutching (Shh)

You know I don't talk a lot, nina, that's my translator
Claiming he was solid, heard life and turned to Fantasia
Them niggas don't never step, they much used to elevators
Metal stay with me, the steel apart of me like Terminator
Shh, shh, shh, shh, ha, ha, ha, ha
Up the glicky-Glock and it go frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah
Shh, shh, shh, shh, ha, ha, ha, ha
Tryna hit his heart and make it stop, stop
I don't know how niggas snitches, easy just to not talk
That nigga head ain't worth shit, it's easy just to get bought
I don't really like to spin, I'd rather use my feet and walk
I don't really sugar coat, I give it to you blood raw
I was fifteen with my gun in school, ask Reggie
I was fifteen out here robbing shit, ask Tony
If a nigga said Wick ain't real, then he don't know me
It's hot as hell, got a jacket on 'cause that bitch on me

He said he a killer, he said he a gangster
He said he a robber, he said he got pounds
He said he shot what's his name, he said he the realest in it
Nardo what you got to say? Shh
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me, niggas talk too much (Shh)
Don't come around talking about shit I did, I ain't saying nothing (Shh)
Niggas scared of eyes, all I did was look and he ran from me (Shh)
He had ran away, I tried to hit his back, hit his leg, nigga went to Double Dutching (Shh)

Me not wanna talk, me go mute
Me not wanna fight, me want shoot
Me not want new friends, me want loot
Me a animal, me belong to the zoo
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me
I don't wanna talk, don't talk to me, no IG killers follow me
Shh, shh, shh, shh, ha, ha, ha, ha
Up the glicky-Glock and it go frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah
Nardo Wick, yeah

---

Rich Maniac

(Okay)

That young boy been on boss shit
They not f*ckin' with 'em
He straight but if he over there when I spin
Better get to duckin' with 'em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trustin' niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico
See what happened to Rich Porter, nigga

Glizzy splash, this water, nigga
Glizzy flame been torchin', nigga
Them hollow tips torch a nigga
Camera flash in portrait, nigga
You know I ain't talkin 'bout no camera
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that burner, nigga
You know I ain't talkin 'bout no camera
You know I'm talkin' 'bout that heater, boy
Ain't got that heater, I beat a boy
How the hell that heater freeze a boy?
Pull up, make you beat it, boy
Pull up, she gon' eat the boy
Pull up, she gon' chop a kid
She play with balls like soccer kids
Tony tweakin' off them jigs
Not just one, he popped two of day
Paranoid of his own shadow
Wonder if he gon' split ya wig
Know I got that ol' Drake and I got that Sauer SIG
Pull up in a Focus Ford
Tryna everybody killed
Money don't shit mean
Niggas know I'm wicked still (I said it wrong)
Know I got that Draco and I got that SIG Sauer
Pull up in a Ford Focus
Tryna kill everybody
Money don't mean shit
Niggas know I'm still wicked
Yeah, that's right

That young boy been on boss shit
They not f*ckin' with 'em
He straight but if he over there when I spin
Better get to duckin' with 'em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trustin' niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico
See what happened to Rich Porter, nigga

Bitch (mm-mm)
I'm a maniac
Illustrate a nigga block, I'm who painted that (mm-mm)
I'm a psycho
Known for makin' niggas crash, call Geico (gang-gang)
Bitch, I'm insane
Brodie slide, I'm right behind, ain't gotta explain (wicked, wicked)
I'm a f*ckin' monster
Put a nigga six feet like three niggas stomped 'em (mm, mm)

Please don't play with me
'Cause I don't fear shit and I wouldn't even play with me
Nina got evicted now ,that bitch stay with me
Like my name Michelle, I keep that K in front of me
Uh, uh, what's yo' Cash App?
Just tell me where they be and I'll get you cashed out
I got the drop, I spin the block, the whole street assed out
I watched him drop, he went to twitchin'
Think he lagged out (he glitchin', damn)
This bitch got me mad as f*ck
She sent the drop, I slid through, yeah, I had picked her up
She said we can't f*ck 'cause she came on her red stuff
What the f*ck? Stupid bitch, what you came for?
Uh, uh, I get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, .22 get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, Varis get to tweakin'
Uh, uh, everybody tweakin'
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I get to shootin'
Uh, uh-uh, .22 get to shootin'
Uh, uh, Varis get to shootin'
Uh, uh, everybody shootin'

Blocka, blocka, another nigga gone
Push up while you playin' music, glizzy sing along
Soon as you hit the door, we f*ck, ain't with the prolong
I'm finna go with main bitch so don't call my phone (don't call me)