音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
演唱
Polo G
Polo G
演唱
作曲和作词
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
词曲作者
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
词曲作者
Chelsea Blythe
Chelsea Blythe
词曲作者
Sam Toussi
Sam Toussi
词曲作者
制作和工程
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
录音工程师
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
混音工程师
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
助理工程师
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
母带工程师
Versa
Versa
制作人

歌词

Mhm-mhm, uh, uh Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, wicked Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, yeah, yeah Wicked, I'm wicked, uh, uh-uh (Ayy, V, light 'em up) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp She don't speak English, she speak gawk Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock I ain't gay, but fell love in with Benjamins (fell in love) She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (you taste good, ayy) I forget her name, I'ma call her, "Ceiling fan" (she blowin' me good) Baby, hе lied to you, that boy has never killеd a man (never killed nobody) One step, two step, three steps, stomp (stomp) Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (hat red) See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a hump (ain't 'bout no fuckin' hump) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (ayy) F.N., Glock nines, ARs, K (yeah) Kick door, hands up, walk too safe Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a face? Why would I aim it at his body and that boy got a head? (Head) Ain't tryna shoot just to say I shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead (Nardo) I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red (Nardo Wick, Nardo Wick) I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds "Lil' Wick ain't on shit," who the fuck had said? (The fuck said that?) Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I leave his ass dead (come that way) Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I rearrange his head (Nardo shoot his fucking face) Tell her, "Come this way," I bet I- (uh), spread (girl) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock (stop) Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp (uh) She don't speak English, she speak gawk (gawk) Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock (uh) Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp (uh) She don't speak English, she speak gawk (gawk) Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock We hit your party, guard your bitch (ha) In here turnt with Nardo Wick (bitch) Pop out, slide, spark your blick' (boom) High speed, left the narc' all sick (skrrt) Fuck my opps, they not on shit (bitch) Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (boom, boom) Bumps all red, done shot more bricks He get hot, he not gon' miss (GDK, man) Tryna put they whole block in a blunt Bet attention when cockin' this pump Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump Killers all in that car, here we come He like to front on the net like he gansta, I know the real you actually soft (you a bitch) Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (boom, boom, boom) He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (ha) Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (gang, gang) Trench got the blick', then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (brrr, baow) I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, bitch (ha) Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock (stop) Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp (uh) She don't speak English, she speak gawk (gawk) Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock (stop) Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp (uh) She don't speak English, she speak gawk (gawk) Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my cock
Writer(s): Sam Toussi, Horace Walls, Taurus Bartlett, Ilya Kozarezov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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