Bitches from the past keep callin' me
I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June or July
But my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day he tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
F*ck a bitch, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats, uh
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You run away, I'm catchin' you, I played football
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame (yeah)
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Performed By: Nardo Wick
From Album: Who is Nardo Wick?? Deluxe
Written by: Arkay, Carlos Pfersdorf, Horace Walls, Mark Lapple Onokey
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Bitches from the past keep callin' me
I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June or July
But my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day he tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
F*ck a bitch, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats, uh
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You run away, I'm catchin' you, I played football
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame (yeah)
I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June or July
But my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
He ain't woke up since that day he tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame
F*ck a bitch, you better find a Teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats, uh
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You run away, I'm catchin' you, I played football
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
"Nardo, you a rapper now," I don't give not one f*ck
"Why are you so cold-hearted?" Blame it on my chain
"Why everybody call you now?" Blame it on the fame (yeah)
Writer: Arkay, Carlos Pfersdorf, Horace Walls, Mark Lapple Onokey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC