Testo Pull Up - Nardo Wick
Testo della canzone Pull Up (Nardo Wick), tratta dall'album Pull Up - Single
Nick, you're stupid
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, (W-I-C-K-E-D)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (I'm W-I-C-K-E-D)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (I'm W-I-C-K-E-D)
(W-I-C, W-I-C, I'm W-I-C-K-E-D)
I'm a wicked nigga, he know, she know, everybody know
Ain't come in super deep, it's four of us, but everybody go
If I was to stop rapping today, these niggas wouldn't know how to flow
If shootin' houses wasn't allowed
Then these niggas wouldn't know how to scope
Glll, pow
We the socks, his block the feet, let's pull up on him (swerve on 'em)
Glll, pow
We the pants, his block the leg, let's pull up on him (swerve on 'em)
Glll, pow
We Stephen Curry, his block the logo
Let's pull up on him (swerve on 'em)
Glll, pow
Let's make a wish, his block the candle, pull up and boom
Gll, pow
I'm hot, diss me? face shot
Drive by, aht-aht
Walk down, gllrat-gllrat
Before the switch, fah fah
After switch, grrah
"You so wicked" ah-ha-ha
Kill 'em all, right now
Pull up and empty cans, I'm the garbage man
Me and my niggas like The Beatles, we got hella fans
Ain't talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout what you use to blow a man
Hella drums, ain't talkin' 'bout chicken
Or that shit you use to rock a band
Uh, uh, can't name a nigga fuckin' with me
Can't say you wicked, you ain't never pulled up bustin' with me
That chopper kickin', they ain't know I brought a punter with me
And that nina got extensions
They ain't know I brought the bundles with me
They say if you goin' that way, it's dangerous there
I'm dangerous too, let's take it there
You drop a diss, I bet you'll die, go ahead and do it, I double dare
You play, we overdo it, ain't gettin' even, we don't play it fair
Aim at his top and let it rip
I wanna see you burn his hair (Shot that nigga's head off)
Wicked, I'm wicked (Yeah)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (I'm wicked)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm (W-I-C-K)
Wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, I'm wicked (W-I-C-K-E-D)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (W-I-C-K-E-D)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (W-I-C-K-E-D)
Ain't got no ski mask, okay, use a shirt
Won't fuck long, okay, pop a perc
Before I ever made a song, I had already robbed a clerk
Before I ever made a song, I hopped out, let that glizzy twerk
Before I ever made a song, I tried to put shit in the dirt
Uh-huh, uh, I made my first song, I was seventeen (On my mama)
That was two years after I started sellin' green (On my mama)
And that was the year after I sold fake lean (On my mama)
'Round the time I kept a hammer in my jeans (On my mama)
That was two years after I was tryna go on hits with Tony
Uh, hold on, hold on
Wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, I'm wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, I'm wicked (W-I-C-K)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked (W-I-C-K-E-D)
Wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, I'm wicked, I'm (W-I-C-K)
Wicked, I'm wicked, wicked, I'm wicked
I'm (Play around, I'm gon' kill you, bitch)
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
I'm (Play around, we gon')
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, bitch
Man, I'm wicked, nigga (I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked)
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Horace Walls
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