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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
Derek Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Don't know what you been through
Nardo Wick is a bad, bad boy (bad, bad)
I'm a bad, bad boy, I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when the block get bent
I'm a bad, bad boy, I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when the block get bent
I'm a badass kid, you could call me Dennis
Nardo, you a bi-, don't finish that sentence
Call the opp fishbowl, boom, bullets with the ripper
Don't blame me, blame him, it shoulda been tennis
Lean with it, rock with it, seen, got the drop, get it
Lean with it, rock with it, aim it at his top, heavy
Lean with it, rock with it, tell that boy I'm gon' dig it
Lean with it, rock with it, niggas know that I'm with it
Nigga, come in here trippin', it's the last place he breathe at
Wipe a nigga nose, that's the last place he sneezed at
Said, "It's time to slide," I'm like, "Where the fuck the keys at?"
I'm the one that made him fall, I'm like, "Tony, did you see that?"
I'm a bad, bad boy, I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when the block get bent
I'm a bad, bad boy, I got loud toys
I swerve on they block and I let 'em make noise
I don't got no sense, they be hurtin' my feelings
They always blame me when the block get bent
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey, be wary
Mask on, Jim Carrey, I'm scary
12 comin', please hurry, please hurry
This a SRT, bro, we don't gotta worry
This a Hellcat, we skraight
Them red and blue lights mean, "Vroom, vroom, race"
12 get behind, escape
Four words for you, "Don't hit that brake" (don't)
Four words for you, "Nigga, I'm that nigga"
Three words for you, "Do not play"
Two words for you, "I am"
One word for you, "Wicked"
Always blame me when the block get bent
Always blame me when the block get bent, ayy
Always blame m-, mm-mm
Writer(s): Rick Laepple, Horace Bernard Walls Iii
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