I’m wicked
I’m wicked
I’m wicked (EMKAY)
I’m wicked (EMKAY, EMKAY)
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? Mmm
Who want smoke with me?
I’m tryna fuck a nigga lungs up
They be like, “Nardo, put them damn guns up”
Fuck that, say, “Big brother, bring them guns out”
When it’s smoke, we get to spinning while the sun out
I ain’t never lacking, I pump gas with my gun out
Scream out, “What’s happening?” Then get to bussing ’til it run out
All these niggas hiding, I’m like, “where they at? It ain’t no fun now”
7.62’s, big as hell, ‘ll knock a niggas’ 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 fuck with Jakes
I’ma kill 14 niggas if 13 bitch niggas play
I think my Draco might be gay (why?), ‘Cause he blowing 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 hitter
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?
That’s how I step on niggas (how I step on these bitch ass niggas, yeah)
(Man, what?)
They be on my page like, “Slide for Von”, I know they trolling me (cap)
Outside with y’all big homie, be on, I keep them folks with me (bop)
Got it back in blood, y’all just don’t know that’s how it ‘posed to be (shh)
Called him for a feature just to kill him, ’cause we know he sweet (grrah, grrah)
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, who the fuck is that?
Bro, go check the door, look out the window, don’t forget the strap (let’s get it)
I be on they ass, when I see opps, I do forget I rap (I do)
I be on this shit wherever I’m at, I learned that from the ‘Raq (‘Raq)
He gon’ drink whatever a nigga sell him just to say he high
They be like, “He wasn’t even with that shit”, whenever a nigga die (he gone)
Emergency room gon’ always lie to y’all whenever a nigga die (true)
Saying a nigga stable as they check, just to keep y’all quiet (let’s get it)
Bronem, stomp his ass
Better do what Nardo said, ’cause niggas die for pumping gas (boom)
Why you act like that shit so exclusive? Bitch, that’s public ass (public ass)
Can’t no nigga, we don’t fuck with come around, we stomp his ass
Nardo voice, creep up out the cut, we like, shh, shh
Nardo voice, catch him before he run, that gun go, shh, shh (grrah)
Ayy, who you killed? Steady talkin’ like you did a drill (gang)
We gon’ kill you sober, who done told you that I need a pill? Gang
Real-deal stepper, put my toe on that boy
You Mickey Mouse bitch, you went and told on that boy
All my guns come with a switch ’cause I’m fucking rich
I don’t type no tweets or throw no fists, get shot in your shit
Old nigga steady tryna diss, fuck up off my dick
Caught him leaving bingo with his bitch, and we send a blitz
Nardo tryna fight me ’bout the stick, it’s his turn to blick
I can’t even roll my opps in shit, pussies don’t exist
One, two, three, four niggas mad I fucked they hoe
Five, six, seven, eight pussies that got hit with this K
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, don’t got L’s, they gotta chase
13, 14, 15, 16 hollow tips, they hit his face
What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Hit that lil’ bitch from the back
(Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pest control, who called ’bout rats? (Pussy)
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us?
Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke with me?)
Who want smoke with us? (Who want smoke?)
Who want smoke with us? (Fuck nigga)
Who want smoke with us (brr), nigga? (Ayy)
I be with real killers, I’m a rapping street nigga (street nigga)
Copy, paste, delete niggas (ayy)
Can’t wait ’til we see niggas (okay)
Who want smoke? It’s free (smoke it’s free)
All the oppers sweet, Swisher
Hop out middle of the street, hit him (hit him)
Soon as he fall off his feet, kill him
Been out all week, seen three R.I.P. pictures
My shooters all eatin’ (all of ’em)
You can tell that we richer
Pull up balling, swish
Been on all the hits (all the hits)
Now I’m all legit (all legit)
Shout out Nardo Wick (that’s lil’ bro), bitch
One, two, three, four, fuck the opps, them niggas hoes
Five, six, seven, eight, slamming rakes, we GDK
Nine, ten, elven, twelve, no mask, still ain’t go to jail (brr)
Hundred K check in the mail, put that away just for bail
All the crack we used to sell
Auntie house still got the smell
Fans be negative as hell
Fuck that shit, I just prevail
AR hold a hundred shells
Aim that bitch, shoot everywhere
No Limit, I never care
Spin they block, they never there (pussy)
What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
What the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Cost a fucking check
Bah, touch my fucking neck
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