Nardo Flow lyrics

[Chorus]
Icin' out my wrist is the only thing my mind on
f*ck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser sight up on my blick, homie
WIsh a n*gga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a di*k on it
Step on sh*t like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the f*ck is that? That's us crackin' your b*tch, homie
He gone slide about that b*tch, that sh*t done made him sick homie
(OK that right there made him cry all motherf*ckin' night)

[Verse]
f*ck that n*gga, he aight. Mix two flavors in a Sprite;
Two double cups, be light on ice
That sh*t you pay for zips? You want some lines, you gotta pay it twice
We can come on down the aisle and get a pound if your price is right
I stay with that (mmm hmm) b*tch I keep a ratchet
Have em' running like on "Maury" when that sh*t say "Not the daddy"
If you want it, come and get it; here my n*gga, you can have it
Tried to run off, now you truly missed and smoked about a package
Had to give up selling weed cause I kept smokin' out my baggie
How you scary, and your dog a b*tch? Y'all sound like Scooby and Shaggy
Had to get me a new bad b*tch, I can't f*ck with average
Shoot that n*gga, like a basket, how my Draco match his casket? Cause both them b*tches wood, right?
Leave a n*gga dirty, stain him up, just like a food fight
How you claimin' hoods that ain't your hood? Get out they hood, boy
Junior on the block and pushin' service just like a food truck
Oh she mad she old news, she called me a f*ck boy, but she tryna f*ck me; b*tch make yo mind up
And I'm from that Northside, n*ggas think they too tough
Different colors f*ck with me like artists and a paintbrush
Cuz make the glizzy sound like "Shhh", make that b*tch hush
Feel like Marshawn Lynch straight off a hit cause I'm in beast mode
Hit that n*gga up, down, left, and right like cheat codes
Tried to run off on a play and hurt himself like D Rose. Boy ya ain't no hero
[Chorus]
Icin' out my wrist is the only thing my mind on
f*ck that, this little light of mine finna shine on em'
What's that mean? It's a laser sight up on my blick, homie
WIsh a n*gga would run up and play, gone put this stick on him
Glock 22 .40, boy, you know it got a di*k on it
Step on sh*t like Nardo Wick, I heard you lost your big homie
What the f*ck is that? That's us crackin' your b*tch, homie
He gone slide about that b*tch, that sh*t done made him sick homie (On God)