Nardo Wick – Wicked Freestyle

Wicked Freestyle Lyrics
Nardo Wick – Wicked Freestyle Lyrics

Intro
They hate how we walk, how we talk
How we move, said we’re lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we’re the next up on top
We’re the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we talk
How we move, said we’re lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we’re the next up on top
We’re the youth of the nation

Verse 1
They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (Listen)
Nobody breathin’ fuckin’ with him, lemme hold my breath (Lemme hold my breath)
Ben Frank’, that’s my best friend and I love that boy to death (Love that boy to death)
Fuck with me, that’s R-I-P, you better keep a tap, uh
Long, leave me alone, I got bitches, want me to bone
And I’m vicious, I’m a dog, animal with my bone
Smell like cat, need cologne, girl, you trippin’ with my phone
I’m ridin’ ‘round in my zone, I’m a boss, watch your tone (Yeah)
I love when that chop’ get, I love when that chop’ spit
Call me when that block bend, call me when that top hit
Call me when he sleep for good, FaceTime and just nod your head
He said, “Wick, you overstood,” call you when that nigga dead
Amiri jeans, Dior the shirt, Céline the hat, I’m swaggin’ shit (Swaggin’ shit)
H-O-Es, they come and go, ain’t savin’ hoes, we passin’ shit (Passin’ shit)
Belly fat move to the butt, okay, we’re not that plastic shit (Not that plastic shit)
This Trackhawk is fast as hell, but Track Mode make it fast as shit (Huh? Pause the beat)
I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat
If you gon’ steal the flow just make sure that you tag me (I ask for the tag)
Lie for my niggas so they bitch know not to ask me (They better not ask)
I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me (Yeah)
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don’t like to talk to people (Don’t like to talk)
Gettin’ the cash, I’m rich as hell, I still don’t like to floss to people
Wicked gang like nurses (Ha), ‘cause we done shot a lot of people, uh
Bridge
They hate how we walk, how we talk (How the fuck? The hook ain’t ready, how’s that?)
How we move, said we’re lost and frustrated (I wasn’t ready for the hook, come back, drop a few right here, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Verse 2
I feel like I’m five percent and I feel like John Cena (Feel like John Cena)
Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (Nigga, you can’t see me)
I smack that lil’ hoe down raw, I think I’m John Cena
All these chains on, I don’t need a shirt, just wear my wife beater
A’ight, I’m done, just playin’
He ain’t never shot shit (Nah), he ain’t never robbed shit (Nah)
Talkin’ all that gangsta (Gangsta), tell that boy to stop it (Nah, nah, yeah)
Tell them police, “Free Lil D,” got ‘em for a body
That gangsta shit, that’s in my blood, it’s runnin’ through my body (Yeah)
She always hit my phone, he do wrong, I gotta make it right (Make it right)
She taken but she call me time to time ‘cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe)
She told him he is all she see, I came around, fucked up her sight
She sound like a crack rock, she hit me once, fucked up her life

Outro
They hate how we walk, how we talk
How we move, said we’re lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we’re the next up on top
We’re the youth of the nation

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