Testo Blam Boom - Nardo Wick
Testo della canzone Blam Boom (Nardo Wick), tratta dall'album Who is Nardo Wick?
Wicked
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Wicked, wicked
(FOREVEROLLIN)
Blam, boom, tryna put a nigga on the damn news
Postin' switches on the Internet, that boy a damn fool
Bought a purse, he still ain't hit her yet, that boy a damn fool
Bought a Perc', he barely know the plug, that boy a damn fool
Blam, boom, you see all these diamonds on me hittin' (diamonds on me)
Blam, boom, plenty hoes, ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches (trippin' 'bout no)
Blam, boom, everybody trigger finger itchin' (grrah)
Blam, boom, I paid to get him gone, I'm killer trickin'
Blam, boom, if he speak on a murder, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, he pillow talk to bitches, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, that Perc' too cheap, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, if I'm in that backseat, throw that white flag
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Tryna blam you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Man, down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Jump out and I
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Blam, boom, you can't label me as no rap niggas (nah)
'Cause I'm who the rappers rap 'bout (uh)
Call us, "R-O-A-G" (round of applause gang)
'Cause man, all these niggas clap a lot
They say, "Nardo be in black a lot" (mm, mm, mm)
They say, "Lil' nigga keep that strap a lot" (mm, mm, mm)
He say he gang, I say, "No, you not" (mm, mm, mm)
She say, "I can't fuck," she came on her dot
I done seen a lot of crazy things
A lot of brutal images in my brain
A lil' nigga that be tweakin'
That's an understatement, I'm insane
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Tryna blam you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Man, down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Jump out and I
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
All these chains, this shit makin' me hot
Tissue for my wrist, big boogers in a watch
"Come on, let's squash this", I think not
How you left him when you saw him? I think shot
Opps try to keep their kids 'cause they know we gon' spare 'em
Opps went and got their kids, the only time we gon' spare 'em
And this mad shit ain't new, I used to always wear 'em
Broke and still rock my jeans, used to always share 'em
And that slime shit ain't nothin', used to always do it
I ain't never drove shit, used to always shoot it
I ain't never waste my beam, used to always use it
Glock loud, don't matter, used to always mute it
Blam, boom, you see all these diamonds on me hittin' (diamonds on me)
Blam, boom, plenty hoes, ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches (trippin' 'bout no)
Blam, boom, everybody trigger finger itchin' (trigger finger)
Blam, boom, I paid to get him gone, I'm killer trickin' (trickin')
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Tryna blam you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Man, down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Jump out and I
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Butler, Horace Walls, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Jeremiah Tesfaye
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