Testo I Don't F**k With This Beat - Nardo Wick feat. Kodak Black
Testo della canzone I Don't F**k With This Beat (Nardo Wick feat. Kodak Black), tratta dall'album Hold Off - EP
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap
Don't fuck with this beat, but I'm still gon' spaz
If you say it's up, we gon' get on your ass
He hopped in the field, now his blood on the grass
Send him a message, guess they didn't get it
Moppin' a mess and I ain't even spill it
Lil' bro wanna nail him, I can't wait to see it
Screwdriver won't work, lil' bruh, you gotta drill it
Give me that stick and watch how I blow it
Good with that lead, lil' Wicky a poet
They finna slime him, don't even know it
Whole lotta shots, I thought he was gone
They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed
Don't trap on an Apple, trap on a 'Droid
Diamonds on me, March, April, May
Weather hittin' like Floyd
Reach for my ice and put holes in your hat
This is a Demon, the fuck is a Scat?
Bulletproof Caddy, you know I can't lack
My bro sippin' codeine, red to be exact
It's true that the life that I'm livin' is sweet
It's true if you play, you get hit with some heat
It's true, it's a block on the back of my gli'
It's true that them niggas be beggin' for peace
Don't knock too hard, I might shoot through the door
When I swing, it's a cell, everything get low
I think my lil' nigga got glue on his hands
'Cause if I throw a body, he catch it for sure
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
I'm good at solvin' the issue
I don't think this what they wanted
Now they goin' broke buyin' tissue
I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap
Don't fuck with this beat, but I'm still gon' spaz
If you say it's up, we gon' get on your ass
He hopped in the field, now his blood on the grass
Send him a message, guess they didn't get it
Moppin' a mess and I ain't even spill it
Lil' bro wanna nail him, I can't wait to see it
Screwdriver won't work, lil' bruh, you gotta drill it
Give me that stick and watch how I blow it
Good with that lead, lil' Wicky a poet
They finna slime him, don't even know it
Whole lotta shots, I thought he was gone
They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed
Don't trap on an Apple, trap on a 'Droid
Diamonds on me, March, April, May
Weather hittin' like Floyd
Now, who the fuck made this lil' sorry ass beat?
I'm still in the field, that's why blood on my cleats
Feel unstoppable, lil' jit, you don't kill, you just tweet
New Cybertruck, I had to add to my fleet
Bulletproof coupe, I'ma hang out the Jeep
I'm a nice guy 'til I ain't gotta be
I'm a vulture, I move like a sheep
I had to coach a lil' bitch how to eat
Pull it back, bae, like banana
Cuh better not go on no drill with my hammer
'Cause that shit registered to my bitch grandma
She already knew where I'm from by my grammar
I bet Latto ain't been grabbed my dick
Talkin' to Nardo 'bout growin' back my wicks
I got bodies online like a VIN
I'm a zombie, I'm reppin' Zoe shit
I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap
Don't fuck with this beat, but I'm still gon' spaz
If you say it's up, we gon' get on your ass
He hopped in the field, now his blood on the grass
Send him a message, guess they didn't get it
Moppin' a mess and I ain't even spill it
Lil' bro wanna nail him, I can't wait to see it
Screwdriver won't work, lil' bruh, you gotta drill it
Give me that stick and watch how I blow it
Good with that lead, lil' Wicky a poet
They finna slime him, don't even know it
Whole lotta shots, I thought he was gone
They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed
Don't trap on an Apple, trap on a 'Droid
Diamonds on me, March, April, May
Weather hittin' like Floyd
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Writer(s): Bill K. Kapri, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Horace Walls
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