Letra de Rich Maniac - Nardo Wick

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The young boy been on boss shit, they not fuckin' with him

He straight but if he over there when I spin, better get to duckin' with him

I can't put my trust in nigga, I ain't trustin' niggas

Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, nigga?

Glizzy splash, it's water, nigga, glizzy flamin', torchin’ niggas

The hollow tips torchin’, nigga, camera flashin', portrait niggas

You know I ain't talkin' 'bout no camera

You know I'm talkin' about the burner, nigga

You know I ain't talkin' 'bout no camera

You know I'm talkin' about that heater, boy

Ain't got that heater, I'll beat a boy

How the hell that heater freeze a boy?

Pull up, make you beat it, boy, pull up, she gon' eat it, boy

Pull up, she gon' chop a ki', she play with the bowl like soccer trick

Tony tweakin' out them jeans, not just one, he popped two, he did

Paranoid of his own shadow, knowin' he gon' split some wigs

Know I got that O-Drac, and I got that Sauer Sig

Pull up in a Focus, Ford, tryna everybody, kill

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

Yeah, that's right

The young boy been on boss shit, they not fuckin' with him

He straight but if he over there when I spin better get to duckin' with him

I can't put my trust in nigga, I ain't trustin' niggas

Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, nigga?

Bitch, yeah, yeah, I'm a maniac

Illustrate a nigga block, I'm who painted that

Mm, mm, I'm a psycho

Known for makin' niggas crash, call Geico

(Gang, gang) Bitch, I'm insane

Bronem slidin' right behind, ain't gotta explain

(Wicked, wicked) I'm a fuckin' monster

Put a nigga six feet like three niggas stomped him

Mm, mm, please don't play with me

'Cause I don't feel shit and I wouldn't even play with me

Nina got evicted, now that bitch stay with me

Now my name is Michelle, keep that K in front of me

Uh, uh, what's your Cash App?

Just tell me where they be and I'll get you cashed out

I got the drop, I'll spin the block, the whole street assed out

I want some drop, he went to twitchin', think he lagged out

Glizzy, down, Tiffany got me mad as fuck

She sent the drop, I slid through, yeah, I had picked up

She said we can't fuck 'cause she came on her red stuff

(What the fuck?) Stupid bitch, what you came for?

Uh, uh, I'll get to tweakin', uh, uh, .22 get to tweakin'

Uh, uh, Von get to tweakin', uh, uh, everybody tweakin'

Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'll get to shootin', uh, uh, .22 get to shootin'

Uh, uh, Von get to shootin', uh, uh, everybody shootin'

Block hot, block hot, 'nother nigga gone

Push up, why you playin' music? Glizzies sing along

Soon as you hit the door, we fuck, ain't want to prolong

I'm finna go with main bitch, so don't call my phone (Don't call me)

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