Nardo Wick - Why

Bitches from the past keep callin' me
I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June or July
But my heart in December

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one fuck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame

Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day he tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one fuck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame

Fuck a bitch, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats, uh
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You run away, I'm catchin' you, I played football
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')

Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December

Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one fuck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame (yeah)

Written by:
Arkay, Carlos Pfersdorf, Horace Walls, Mark Lapple Onokey

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