Lullaby Lyrics – Nardo Wick

[Intro: Nardo Wick]
Mm-mm, wicked, I'm
Mm-mm, wicked, I’m wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Mm-mm-mm, wicked, I’m wicked
I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked yeah
(Tay Keith, f**k these n!ggas up)

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
My dawg a walking lullaby, he put sh!t to sleep
I be with wolves, yeah, never catch me with a sheep
Go ahead and commit suicide, talm'bout beef with me
’Cause either way you dead
But I know you rather do it than me
I don’t got no manners, I don't got no manners
We some loose screws, that’s why we walk with hammers
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no, I don't got no mothaf**king sense, uh

[Verse: Nardo Wick]
I don’t got no mothaf**king sense
I ain't getting in that car
If that window don't got tints
And them n!ggas ain't no opps
If that block ain't got bent
I ain't won't shot that K
If that chop' ain't get sh!t
Rolling, b!tch, I'm rolling, b!tch
I'm rolling, but not geeked
When I say rolling, I mean sliding
Tryna knock something off their feet
You see bars, you see N, you see two, you see me
I see opp, I reach in, then pull out and use heat
(Grraow, grraow, boom)
I ain't cuffing no thots
I got hoes, b!tch, I'm p!mping
Why the f**k you on your camera?
Gimme your phone, b!tch, you tripping
They say, "Wick might need a cane" (Why?)
"'Cause the n!gga always limping"
But he can't help because he got a lotta shots
And a lotta knocks in them breaches
She say, "You ain't sh!t, "
I say, "I know, I might need laxative"
I can't show her to my momma
'cause she just ain't bad enough
They wanna chase the bag with me
But they just not fast enough
The opps got all them sticks but still ain't slide
It just ain't adding up
Chain on, swang, swang, reach for this, bang, bang
Drop your nuts and let 'em hang
I'm in the mood to bust a brain
Wick sh!t, we Wick Gang, gang-gang-gang
(Wicked, I'm wicked)
Gang-gang, gang-gang-gang

[Chorus: Nardo Wick]
My dawg a walking lullaby, he put sh!t to sleep
I be with wolves, yeah, never catch me with a sheep
Go ahead and commit suicide, talm'bout beef with me
'Cause either way you dead
But I know you rather do it than me
I don't got no manners, I don't got no manners
We some loose screws, that's why we walk with hammers
The gun look like a branch, the clip look like banana
I don't got no, I don't got no mothaf**king sense

[Outro: Nardo Wick]
Mm, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm, yeah, wicked, I'm
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
W-I-C-K-E-D
Do you n!ggas know what's up with me?