Nardo Wick

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck, huh, yeah Alright Niggas better guard they, huh, yeah [Verse] When that Hutch piece drop, better guard yo bitch Any beef? I'ma step on that like I'm Nardo Wick Baby chop be done parked yo whip 201s fire, I'll be damned if this card don't hit Cactus Cooler overflown with the Wocky potion Only heart yo baby need is Chrome, I don't got emotions Big four-five, bitch, that's what I be toting Wet the opps up at Marriott and left the lobby soaking Double [?] blew three fifty on some gym shorts In the deepest end, you gon' drown tryna swim, dork In the Striker tryna strike, we ride around with pitchforks Tell the opps they better use they head 'fore we split yours I'll chuck wood in yo bitch, I'm a wood chucker Hit a opp bitch from the back and throw my hood up Every single hour out the day I'm tryna jugg something Yo bitch mad as hell, got her wishing that we could fuck Bitch, I was down on my ass till I stood up Bitch said the ShittyBoyz broke, that's a good one Bitch, I be playing with them cards, I ain't cook nothing Bitch, I'll b— yeah, okay He slid in a Wraith, I turnt his ass to a poltergeist Unc' could teach you how to cook it up, I think he Walter White She was yo bitch yesterday, she sucking on my balls tonight Got that motherfucking metal on us like we all some knights Thinking that he finna play with me, I be done pause his life Thinking that we finna throw the ones, I be done toss some nines All this motherfucking drip I rock, I need a caution sign They think I'm a employee in Saks, I'm there all the time Hit yo bitch off a flame emoji Off-to-the-motherfucking-White, bitch, I can't Vlone it Was hibachi yesterday, today gon' filet me on it Finna shoot down that one way, I got a play on Coney Taught her how to punch, now my bitch think she Holly Holm Got a bitch named "Angel" in the Demon, giving godly dome All that fucking dissing on the net'll get somebody gone Spent another motherfucking hunnid at Hibachi Go If I ain't in the stu', I'm probably in a bad-ass bitch Fucking with the gang gon' leave yo baby #RIP She gon' suck it slow, I pull up in this fast-ass whip Let him flick the lights, I'm taking off, gon' stab gas quick Three 9's on me, I'll smoke him like a three-five Scat Packs back to fucking back, we the beehive Bitch face cold but I'm tryna fuck from behind I think brodie finna die, he pour another three lines Even when I go to take a shit, know the weapon by Bounty on his head, track him down like the FBI Big Triple S break the floor when I step inside SBD$M, the only niggas next to I She gon' hop up in this Scat Pack and have sex inside Catch his ass out on 7 Mile, hit him seven times Politicking with my foreign plug, he from Lebanon I'll take a nigga off this world, let him threaten mine [Outro] Yeah I'll take a nigga off this world, let him threaten mine Yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song That's on every song