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 n*****
I ain’t trusting n*****
Money Mitch had trust in Rico, see what happened to Rich Porter n****

Glizzy splashes water n****
Glizzy flame been torching n****
Them hollow tips torch a n****
Camera flash in portrait n****

You know I ain’t talkin’ bout no camera
Know I’m talking that burner n****
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 a 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 old Drake and I got that Sauer Sig

Pull up in a Focus Ford
Tryna everybody killed
Money don’t shit mean
N***** 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
N***** know I’m still wicked
Yeah 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 n*****
I ain’t trusting n*****
Money Mitch had trust in Rico, see what happened to Rich Porter n****

Bitch
I’m a maniac
Illustrate a n**** block, I’m who painted that
I’m a psycho
Known for making n***** 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 n**** six feet like three n***** 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 a drop, I spin the block, the whole street assed out
I watched him drop, he went to twitching
Think he lagged out (Glitching)

This bitch got me mad as fuck
She sent the drop, I slide through, yeah I had picked her up
She said we can’t fuck ’cause she came on her red stuff
(The fuck) Stupid bitch what you came for?
Uh-uh
I get to tweaking
Uh-uh
TwoTwo get to tweaking
Uh-uh
Varis get to tweaking
Uh-uh
Everybody tweaking
Uh-uh
I get to shooting
Uh-uh
TwoTwo get to shooting
Uh-uh
Varis get to shooting
Uh-uh
Everybody shooting
Blocka-blocka
Another n**** 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
Call me


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