Nardo Wick

[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
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That's on every song