Nardo Wick - 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' sense

Uh, I don't got no motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' sense

Written by:
Horace Walls

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