"Nardo Flow" lyrics
Icin' out my wrist is the only thing my mind on
Fuck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser kit up on my blick, homie
WIsh a nigga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a dick on it
Step on shit like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the fuck is that? That's us crackin' your bitch, homie
He gone slide about that bitch, that shit done made him sick homie
(OK that right there made him cry all motherfuckin' night)
Fuck that nigga, he aight. Mix two flavors in a Sprite
Two double cups, be light on ice
That shit you pay for zips? You want some lines, you gotta pay it twice
We can come on down the aisle and get a pound if your price is right
I stay with that (mmm hmm) bitch I keep a ratchet
Have em' running like on "Maury" when that shit say "Not the daddy"
If you want it, come and get it; here my nigga, you can have it
Tried to run off, now you truly missed and smoked about a package
Had to give up selling weed cause I kept smokin' out my baggie
How you scary, and your dog a bitch? Y'all sound like Scooby and Shaggy
Had to get me a new bad bitch, I can't fuck with average
Shoot that nigga, like a basket, how my Draco match his casket? Cause both them bitches wood, right?
Leave a nigga dirty, stain him up, just like a food fight
How you claimin' hoods that ain't your hood? Get out they hood, boy
Junior on the block and pushin' service just like a food truck
Oh she mad she old news, she called me a fuck boy, but she tryna fuck me; bitch make yo mind up
And I'm from that Northside, niggas think they too tough
Different colors fuck with me like artists and a paintbrush
Cause make the glizzy sound like "Shhh", make that bitch hush
Feel like Marshawn Lynch straight off a hit cause I'm in beast mode
Hit that nigga up, down, left, and right like cheat codes
Tried to run off on a play and hurt himself like D Rose. Boy ya ain't no hero
Icin' out my wrist is the only thing my mind on
Fuck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser sight up on my blick, homie
WIsh a nigga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a dick on it
Step on shit like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the fuck is that? That's us crackin' your bitch, homie
He gone slide about that bitch, that shit done made him sick homie (On God)
Fuck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser kit up on my blick, homie
WIsh a nigga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a dick on it
Step on shit like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the fuck is that? That's us crackin' your bitch, homie
He gone slide about that bitch, that shit done made him sick homie
(OK that right there made him cry all motherfuckin' night)
Fuck that nigga, he aight. Mix two flavors in a Sprite
Two double cups, be light on ice
That shit you pay for zips? You want some lines, you gotta pay it twice
We can come on down the aisle and get a pound if your price is right
I stay with that (mmm hmm) bitch I keep a ratchet
Have em' running like on "Maury" when that shit say "Not the daddy"
If you want it, come and get it; here my nigga, you can have it
Tried to run off, now you truly missed and smoked about a package
Had to give up selling weed cause I kept smokin' out my baggie
How you scary, and your dog a bitch? Y'all sound like Scooby and Shaggy
Had to get me a new bad bitch, I can't fuck with average
Shoot that nigga, like a basket, how my Draco match his casket? Cause both them bitches wood, right?
Leave a nigga dirty, stain him up, just like a food fight
How you claimin' hoods that ain't your hood? Get out they hood, boy
Junior on the block and pushin' service just like a food truck
Oh she mad she old news, she called me a fuck boy, but she tryna fuck me; bitch make yo mind up
And I'm from that Northside, niggas think they too tough
Different colors fuck with me like artists and a paintbrush
Cause make the glizzy sound like "Shhh", make that bitch hush
Feel like Marshawn Lynch straight off a hit cause I'm in beast mode
Hit that nigga up, down, left, and right like cheat codes
Tried to run off on a play and hurt himself like D Rose. Boy ya ain't no hero
Icin' out my wrist is the only thing my mind on
Fuck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser sight up on my blick, homie
WIsh a nigga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a dick on it
Step on shit like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the fuck is that? That's us crackin' your bitch, homie
He gone slide about that bitch, that shit done made him sick homie (On God)
