Nardo Wick – Rich Maniac

Rich Maniac Lyrics
Nardo Wick – Rich Maniac Lyrics

Intro
Arkay

Chorus
The young boy been on boss shit, they not fuckin’ with him
He straight but if he older better get to duckin’ with him
I can’t put my trust in nigga, I ain’t trustin’ niggas
Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, nigga?

Verse 1
Glizzy splash, it’s water, nigga, glizzy flamin’, torture niggas
The hollow tips torture, nigga, camera flashin’, portrait niggas
You know I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no camera
You know I’m talkin’ about the burner, nigga
You know I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no camera
You know I’m talkin’ about the heater, boy
Ain’t got that heater, I’ll beat a boy
How the hell that heater freeze a boy?
Pull up, make you beat it, boy, pull up, she gon’ eat it, boy
Pull up, she gon’ chop a ki’, she play with the bowl like soccer trick
Tony twеakin’ out them jeans, not just one, hе popped two, he did
Paranoid of his own shadow, knowin’ he gon’ split some wigs
Know I got that O-Drac, and I got that Sauer Sig
Pull up in a Focus, Ford, tryna everybody, kill
Money don’t shit mean, niggas know I’m wicked still
I said it wrong
Know I got that Draco, and I got that Sig Sauer
Pull up in a Ford Focus, tryna kill everybody
Money don’t mean shit, niggas know I’m still wicked
Yeah, that’s right

Chorus
The young boy been on boss shit, they not fuckin’ with him
He straight but if he older better get to duckin’ with him
I can’t put my trust in nigga, I ain’t trustin’ niggas
Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, nigga?

Verse 2
Bitch, yeah, yeah, I’m a maniac
Illustrate a nigga block, uh, who painted that?
Mm, mm, I’m a psycho
And them fuckin’ niggas crash, call Geico
(Gang, gang) Bitch, I’m insane
Bro, The Shining right behind, ain’t gotta explain
(Wicked, wicked) I’ma fuck ‘em up
Put a nigga six foot like three niggas stomped him
Mm, mm, please don’t play with me
‘Cause I don’t feel shit and I don’t even play with me
Nina got evicted, now that bitch stay with me
Now my name is Sherlock, keep that K in front of me
Uh, uh, what’s your Cashapp?
Just tell me where they be and I’ll get you cashed out
I got a job, I’ll spin the block, the whole street assed out
I want some drop, he want the torch, ain’t think he layin’ down
Glizzy, down, Tiffany got me mad as fuck
She sent the drop, I slid through, yeah, I had picked up
She said we can’t fuck ‘cause she came on her red stuff
What the fuck? Stupid bitch, what? You can fuck
Uh, uh, I’ll give it to you, uh, uh, .22 give it to you
Uh, uh, Von give it to you, uh, uh, everybody give it
Uh, uh, I’ll get to shootin’, uh, uh, .22 get to shootin’
Uh, uh, Von get to shootin’, uh, uh, everybody shootin’
Block hot, block hot, ‘nother nigga gone
Push up, why you playin’ music? Glizzies hangin’ on
Soon as you hit the door, we fuck, ain’t want to prolong
I’m finna go with main bitch, so don’t call my phone (Don’t call me)

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