Nardo Wick - Rich Maniac lyrics

[Nardo Wick - Rich Maniac lyrics]

That young boy been on boss shit
They not fucking with em
He straight but if he over there when I spin, better get to ducking with em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trusting niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico, see what happened to Rich Porter nigga

Glizzy splashes water nigga
Glizzy flame been torching nigga
Them hollow tips torch a nigga
Camera flash in portrait nigga
You know I ain't talkin bout no camera
I'm talking that burner nigga
You know I ain't talkin bout no camera
You know I'm talking bout that heater boy
Ain't got that heater
I beat a boy
How the hell that heater freeze a boy
Pull up
Make you be the boy
Pull up
She gon eat the boy
Pull up
She gon chop a kid
She play with balls like soccer kids
Tony tweaking off them jigs
Not just one, he popped two of them
Paranoid of his own shadow
Wonder if he gon split ya wig
Know I got that o drac and I got that sauer sig
Pull up in a Focus Ford
Tryna everybody killed
Money don't shit mean
Niggas know I'm wicked still
(I said it wrong)
Know I got that draco and I got that sig sauer
Pull up in a Ford Focus
Tryna kill everybody
Money don't mean shit
Niggas know I'm still wicked
Yea that's right

That young boy been on boss shit
They not fucking with em
He straight but if he over there when I spin, better get to ducking with em
I can't put my trust in niggas
I ain't trusting niggas
Money Mitch had trust in Rico, see what happened to Rich Porter nigga

Bitch
I'm a maniac
Illustrate a nigga block, I'm who painted that
I'm a psycho
Known for making niggas crash, call Geico (gang gang)
Bitch I'm insane
Brodie slide, I'm right behind, ain't gotta explain (wicked wicked)
I'm a fuckin monster
Put a nigga six feet like three niggas stomped em

Please don't play with me
Cause I don't fear shit and I wouldn't even play with me
Nina got evicted now that bitch stay with me
Like my name Michelle, I keep that K in front of me (uh uh)
What's yo cash app?
Just tell me where they be and I'll get you cashed out
I got the drop, I spin the block, the whole street assed out
I watched him drop, he went to tweaking
Think he lagged out (glitching)
This bitch got me mad as fuck
She sent the drop, I slidthrough, yeah I had picked her up
She said we can't fuck cause she came on her red stuff
Stupid bitch what you came for
Uh uh
I get to tweaking
Uh uh
.22 get to tweaking
Uh uh
Baris get to tweaking
Uh uh
Everybody tweaking
Uh uh
I get to shooting
Uh uh
.22 get to shooting
Uh uh
Baris get to shooting
Uh uh
Everybody shooting
Blocka blocka
Another nigga gone
Push up why you playing music, glizzy sing along
Soon as you hit the door, we fuck, ain't with the prolong
I'm finna go with main bitch so don't call my phone

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