Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Vocals
Arkay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Arkay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arkay
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Horace Walls
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm wicked
I'm wicked, that just means that shit just explains me, how my mind work, you know?
I'm wicked, **** play with me, that really gon' happen
Okay
[Verse 2]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopstick make a ****, chop-chop-chop
I can't believe what I just heard the opps outside
Come on bro let's hurry up and make the block hot
Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah-blah-blah
[Verse 3]
Uh-uh, come on let's go right now
It don't gotta be night time
I'ma pull up with that stick swinging like I lost my sight ah
Those run arounds, they bite, ah
[Verse 4]
Get hit and see the light, ah
Get hit and it get bright, ah
Get hit you lose your life, ah
Get hit and then you dead die
See red I got a red eye
We laid him down round 9 P.M. you would think he had a bedtime
Switch on a (Krrt) that's fed time
Look Wick ain't got no damn mind
Remember me and anyone on that uh-huh trippin'
Nevermind
[Verse 5]
Get low, tip-toe, creep, what all you need?
Ski mask, chopstick, knee, how it go?
Hopped out, boom-boom, sleep
Come with me and I'ma teach you how to work that mo' fucking
[Verse 6]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
[Verse 7]
Pull up shining all my jewelry on
We don't got no heart but all us got chrome
We like some fuckin pillows, everybody touch dome
We like some laxative, we all get shit gone
[Verse 8]
All us was wearing masks before that coughin' shit
Been staying away from **** before that Covid hit
I've done come out and blame that Corona shit
But when I catch 'em I got a shot for 'em I ain't talking 'bout no vaccine bitch
[Verse 9]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopstick make a ****, chop-chop-chop
I can't believe what I just heard the opps outside
Come on bro let's hurry up and make the block hot
Nardo, y'all should let me slide, blah-blah-blah
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Written by: Arkay, Horace Walls


