Top Songs By Nardo Wick
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edis Selmani
Composer
Horace Walls
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dza
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Move, get the fuck-up out my way, I feel like Luda
Looked to my left, looked to my right, I see a shooter
It's too tight and you a talker, I a doer
Four opps on the block, lil' bro gon' make you fewer
Do they come outside, no
We don't bend in every low
Do them nigga slide, no
All they do is make post
How you feel 'bout, what his name?
I ki-ki-kill that boy, Joe
When I catch him, I'm taking off my belt (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Them spin, I spin, Tay spin, you spin
I might spin the pyramid wit' this shit spin, spin, spin
They ain't in our line, fuck wit' us, they can't
Loose screws, don't think, don' move, don't blink
Bang, bang, bang, ba-ba, bang, bang, bang
I'm goin' all out about my game
Hope you got your umbrella, you ain't ready for rain
My stick got a beautiful voice, and it's ready to sing
Bang, bang, bang, ba-ba, bang, bang, bang
Pull up wit' her everything, she don't play wit' the game
Turn on the news forecast, they guarantee it will rain
I'm not tryna scarce it, big gun tryna swing like a chain
Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr
Rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr
Move, get the fuck-up out my way, I feel like Luda
Looked to my left, looked to my right, I see a shooter
It's too tight and you a talker, I a doer
Four opps on the block, lil' bro gon' make you fewer
Writer(s): Edis Selmani, Horace Walls
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