Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayy V, light 'em up) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamins (fell in love) She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (you taste good, ayy) I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling Fan" ('cause she blow me good) Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (never killed no man) One step, two step, three steps, stomp (stomp) Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump They say it was regular, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red) See that boy in traffic, blow at him Ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' hump) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy) FN, Glock Nine's, ARs, k (yeah) Kick door, hands up, walk too safe Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face? Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a head? I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds "Lil' Wick ain't on shit, " who the fuck had said? (who the fuck said that?) Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I leave his ass dead Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I rearrange his head Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I-, spread Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock We hit your party, guard your bitch (ha) In here turnt with Nardo Wick (bitch) Pop out, slide, spark your blick (boom, boom) High speed left a Narco sick (skrrt) Fuck my opps, they not on shit (bitch) Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (boom, boom) Bro saw red and shot more Bricks He got hot, he not gon' miss Tryna but they own block in the blunt Bad intentions when cockin' this pump Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump Killers all in that car, here we come He like to front on the net like he gangsta I know the real, you actually soft (you a bitch) Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you Just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (boom) He play with us, then we knock out his brains I'm tryna see what he actually thought (ha) Bro call me when he score for the gang He torched an opp, he was happy he caught (gang, gang) Trench got the blick, then your life is in danger Hole in one, like he practicin' golf (brrt, baow) I know they hate that I'm gettin' this paper Right to the bank, I be laughin' it off, bitch (ha) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayy V, light 'em up) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamins (fell in love) She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (you taste good, ayy) I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling Fan" ('cause she blow me good) Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (never killed no man) One step, two step, three steps, stomp (stomp) Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump They say it was regular, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red) See that boy in traffic, blow at him Ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' hump) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy) FN, Glock Nine's, ARs, k (yeah) Kick door, hands up, walk too safe Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face? Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a head? I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds "Lil' Wick ain't on shit, " who the fuck had said? (who the fuck said that?) Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I leave his ass dead Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I rearrange his head Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I-, spread Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock We hit your party, guard your bitch (ha) In here turnt with Nardo Wick (bitch) Pop out, slide, spark your blick (boom, boom) High speed left a Narco sick (skrrt) Fuck my opps, they not on shit (bitch) Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (boom, boom) Bro saw red and shot more Bricks He got hot, he not gon' miss Tryna but they own block in the blunt Bad intentions when cockin' this pump Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump Killers all in that car, here we come He like to front on the net like he gangsta I know the real, you actually soft (you a bitch) Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you Just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (boom) He play with us, then we knock out his brains I'm tryna see what he actually thought (ha) Bro call me when he score for the gang He torched an opp, he was happy he caught (gang, gang) Trench got the blick, then your life is in danger Hole in one, like he practicin' golf (brrt, baow) I know they hate that I'm gettin' this paper Right to the bank, I be laughin' it off, bitch (ha) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh, uh, uh (Ayy V, light 'em up) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamins (fell in love) She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (you taste good, ayy) I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling Fan" ('cause she blow me good) Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (never killed no man) One step, two step, three steps, stomp (stomp) Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump They say it was regular, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red) See that boy in traffic, blow at him Ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' hump) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy) FN, Glock Nine's, ARs, k (yeah) Kick door, hands up, walk too safe Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face? Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a head? I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds "Lil' Wick ain't on shit, " who the fuck had said? (who the fuck said that?) Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I leave his ass dead Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I rearrange his head Tell him, "Come this way, " I bet I-, spread Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock We hit your party, guard your bitch (ha) In here turnt with Nardo Wick (bitch) Pop out, slide, spark your blick (boom, boom) High speed left a Narco sick (skrrt) Fuck my opps, they not on shit (bitch) Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (boom, boom) Bro saw red and shot more Bricks He got hot, he not gon' miss Tryna but they own block in the blunt Bad intentions when cockin' this pump Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump Killers all in that car, here we come He like to front on the net like he gangsta I know the real, you actually soft (you a bitch) Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you Just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (boom) He play with us, then we knock out his brains I'm tryna see what he actually thought (ha) Bro call me when he score for the gang He torched an opp, he was happy he caught (gang, gang) Trench got the blick, then your life is in danger Hole in one, like he practicin' golf (brrt, baow) I know they hate that I'm gettin' this paper Right to the bank, I be laughin' it off, bitch (ha) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, she still ate my cock
Thanks to u, my aunt can't stop crying for my cousin who is in the hospital, I'm going to make u cry blood, first they will be ur bodyguards and then u will follow, I swear.
With each new drop, Nardo Wick consistently amazes us with his musical prowess, consistently presenting *Authentic views* as the crucible for unbridled talent, resonating throughout the rhythmic cultural terrain. It serves as the true epicenter where artists forge their paths to greatness. My man skillfully harnessed its power.
With each new drop, Nardo Wick consistently amazes us with his musical prowess, consistently presenting *Authentic views* as the crucible for unbridled talent, resonating throughout the rhythmic cultural terrain. It serves as the true epicenter where artists forge their paths to greatness. My man skillfully harnessed its power.
With every release Nardo Wick continues to astound us with his music, always delivering 🔥🎶🙌🏼 *Authentic views* the crucible for unfiltered talent, reverberates across the rhythmic cultural landscape. The true epicenter where artists carve out paths to greatness. My man intelligently utilised it.
With each new drop Nardo Wick consistently amazes us with his musical prowess, consistently presenting *Authentic views* as the crucible for unbridled talent, resonating throughout the rhythmic cultural terrain. It serves as the true epicenter where artists forge their paths to greatness. My man skillfully harnessed its power.
With every release Nardo Wick continues to astound us with his music, always delivering 🔥🎶🙌🏼 *Authentic views* the crucible for unfiltered talent, reverberates across the rhythmic cultural landscape. The true epicenter where artists carve out paths to greatness. My man intelligently utilised it.
With each new drop, Nardo Wick consistently amazes us with his musical prowess, consistently presenting *Authentic views* as the crucible for unbridled talent, resonating throughout the rhythmic cultural terrain. It serves as the true epicenter where artists forge their paths to greatness. My man skillfully harnessed its power.
With every new release, Nardo Wick never fails to astonish us with his musical artistry, consistently delivering *Authentic views* as the forge for unfiltered talent, echoing across the rhythmic cultural landscape. It stands as the genuine epicenter where artists carve their paths to greatness. My man adeptly harnessed its potential.
With every new release, Nardo Wick never fails to astonish us with his musical artistry, consistently delivering *Authentic views* as the forge for unfiltered talent, echoing across the rhythmic cultural landscape. It stands as the genuine epicenter where artists carve their paths to greatness. My man adeptly harnessed its potential.
