Music Video
Top Songs By Nardo Wick
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arkay
Songwriter
Mark Läpple Onokey
Songwriter
Carlos Pfersdorf
Songwriter
Horace Walls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Horace Walls
Recording Engineer
Arkay
Producer
Emkay
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I been, I been chillin'
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm, wicked, I'm
I'm wicked, I'm wicked (Arkay)
Alright, alright, where's all the fun?
I been chillin' for a minute, I miss makin' niggas run
Alright, alright, what is there to do?
Ooh, I know, pull up with a bitch, extend my arm and shoot
Alright, okay, go-go, go
Everybody gets got, it ain't no eenie minie moe
Alright, okay, row-row your boat
Turn they hood into a ocean and let's see if they can float
Alright, okay, ski mask, AK
Alright, okay, chase him, broad day
Alright, okay, ski mask, AK
Alright, okay, chase him, broad day
All my niggas call me Wick and all my bitches call me daddy
All my niggas droppin' shit and all my bitches droppin' panties
Wanna die? Just drop a diss and in my DMs, leave your addy
When I walk, I got a stick, lately been actin' like my granny
A, B, C, D, E, F, me
E'rybody know that I'm a motherfuckin' G
H, I, J, K, L-M-N-O, shh
E'ybody know that we got mo'fuckin' Ps, bang
Catch a nigga loafin', stuff him in my SBs
Need to name lil' .22 Disney 'cause he keep a XD
Sorry, baby, I'm a dawg, bitches wanna pet me
I'm off the leash and hard to tame, someone call the vet, please
Bitch, I'm wicked, I'm a reaper, I'm a mo'fuckin' menace
Get up close and use that toolie, I'm a motherfuckin' dentist
I pull up and stretch shit, lil' Wick a motherfuckin' genius
See me out with your bitch, mind your motherfuckin' business
I wear BAPE, I wear VLONE, I wear this shit called Glock
I spend money, I spend time, I spin this shit called block
I drink water, I drink juice, don't drink this shit called Wock
My blood cold, my heart cold, but I'm this shit called hot
Alright, alright, where's all the fun?
I been chillin' for a minute, I miss makin' niggas run
Alright, alright, what is there to do?
Ooh, I know, pull up with a bitch, extend my arm and shoot
Alright, okay, go-go, go
Everybody gets got, it ain't no eenie minie moe
Alright, okay, row-row your boat
Turn they hood into a ocean and let's see if they can float
Writer(s): Rick Laepple, Horace Walls Iii
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