Wickstyle Lyrics by Nardo Wick
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Middle fingers up, ***, ***, that’s just the mood I’m in
I already showed they ass before, *** it, show they ass again
Keep sayin’ he gon’ stand on business, why the *** he ain’t did it then?
Can’t compare me to these niggas, they ain’t in the group I’m in
She keep tryna make me smile, say she like it when I grin
“Nardo, let me in your heart,” not by the hair that’s on my chin
Don’t make promises that I can’t keep, no, I’m not that type of man
But if a *** play, I promise he’ll never— (Huh-huh), again (Mhm)
Niggas act like hoes, them hoes more gangster than these niggas
Like the way that I put on my clothes, say I be cleaner than her ***
Hopped out, all they seen was flashes like we was takin’ a bunch of pictures
I know a couple niggas bangin’ B like they Jigga
Check out the phone, my mama say these niggas ain’t ***’ with me
I ride ’round with that Llama, no, this *** not no semi
If I text you, “Vroom-vroom,” let me come ’round and act of Henny
If I text you, “Vroom-vroom,” let me come ’round and act of Henny
Your lady say she like me, your lady say she love me
Your lady wanna *** me (Uh, uh, uh)
I’m with all the fuckery, a *** better not *** with me or *** gon’ get real ugly (Uh, uh, uh)
My lil’ ***’ll do you in like the first two letters in, “Universe”
If it go down right now, before I ask questions, I’ma shoot it first (Grrah-grrah)
You get a Hearse, switch on the Glock, now, I shoot and curse
All the other *** bad, but, baby, you the worst
Told me she ain’t got no night curls, told her, “Just put on my shirt”
She got that water like a ocean, and I’m bored, let me surf
Tryna beef ’bout a *** get put thirty toes in dirt
Why the *** he got his hand out? He ain’t never put in no work (Uh)
Zoomin’ ’round the backstreet doin’ twenty in my circle (SRT)
Take off a *** face he touch these diamonds on my shirt
My *** damn near wrecked this whip, he say he dropped his Perc’
She left my house dumb as ***, she pulled up with a nerd
If I had a millionaire talkin’ ’bout letter, ***, I’ll be broke as ***
If a *** play in this part of Broward, I ain’t gon’ lie, I’ma shoot the party up
I know I’m famous, if I catch that boy, I’ma *** that boy there up
All that advice, if my niggas come through, it’s, “Duh-duh-duh”
Hashtag gang-***, hashtag bang-***, hashtag crank-***, hashtag flame-***
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang-gang