They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (they say)
Nobody breathin' f*ckin' with him
Let me my hold my breath (let me my hold my breath)
Ben Frank that's my best friend
I love that boy to death (love that boy to death)
F*ck with me? That's R.I.P.
You better keep a Tef'
'Lone, leave me alone, I got bitches want me bone
And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal in my bones
I smell like cat, I need cologne
Girl, you trippin', where my phone?
Don't bother me, I'm in my zone
I'm a boss, watch your tone (yeah)
I love when that chop kick
I love when that chop spit
Call me when that block bent
Call me when that chop hit
Call me when he sleep for good
Facetime and just nod your head
He said, "Wick, you overstood, call you when that nigga dead"
Amiri jeans, Dior the shirts, Celine the hat, I'm swaggin' shit (swaggin' shit)
H-o-e's, they come and go we ain't savin' hoes, we passin' shit (passin' shit)
Belly fat move to the butt, okay but not that plastic shit (not that plastic shit)
This Trackhawk is fast as hell but track mode make it fast as shit
(Pause the beat)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat
If you gon' steal the flow just make sure that you tag me
Lie for my niggas, so they bitch know not to ask me
I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people
Plenty cash, I'm rich ass hell
I still don't like to floss to people
Wicked Gang like nurses (how?), 'cause we done shot a lot of people
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I pull up in 5%, I feel like John Cena (feel like John Cena)
Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (nigga, you can't see me)
I smack that lil' ho down raw, I think I'm John Cena
All these chains on, I don't need a shirt just wear my wife beater
Aight I'm done, just playin'
He ain't never shot shit (nah)
He ain't never robbed shit (nah)
Talkin' all that gangsta-gangsta
Tell that boy to stop it
Tell the police, Free Lil Dee
Got him for a body
That gangsta shit, this in my blood, it's runnin' through my body
She always hit my phone when he do wrong, I gotta make it right
She taken but she call me time to time 'cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe)
She told him he is all she see
I came around, f*cked up her sight
She sound like a crack rock
She hit me once, f*cked up her life
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
Nardo Wick - Wicked Freestyle Lyrics
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They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (they say)
Nobody breathin' f*ckin' with him
Let me my hold my breath (let me my hold my breath)
Ben Frank that's my best friend
I love that boy to death (love that boy to death)
F*ck with me? That's R.I.P.
You better keep a Tef'
'Lone, leave me alone, I got bitches want me bone
And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal in my bones
I smell like cat, I need cologne
Girl, you trippin', where my phone?
Don't bother me, I'm in my zone
I'm a boss, watch your tone (yeah)
I love when that chop kick
I love when that chop spit
Call me when that block bent
Call me when that chop hit
Call me when he sleep for good
Facetime and just nod your head
He said, "Wick, you overstood, call you when that nigga dead"
Amiri jeans, Dior the shirts, Celine the hat, I'm swaggin' shit (swaggin' shit)
H-o-e's, they come and go we ain't savin' hoes, we passin' shit (passin' shit)
Belly fat move to the butt, okay but not that plastic shit (not that plastic shit)
This Trackhawk is fast as hell but track mode make it fast as shit
(Pause the beat)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat
If you gon' steal the flow just make sure that you tag me
Lie for my niggas, so they bitch know not to ask me
I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people
Plenty cash, I'm rich ass hell
I still don't like to floss to people
Wicked Gang like nurses (how?), 'cause we done shot a lot of people
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I pull up in 5%, I feel like John Cena (feel like John Cena)
Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (nigga, you can't see me)
I smack that lil' ho down raw, I think I'm John Cena
All these chains on, I don't need a shirt just wear my wife beater
Aight I'm done, just playin'
He ain't never shot shit (nah)
He ain't never robbed shit (nah)
Talkin' all that gangsta-gangsta
Tell that boy to stop it
Tell the police, Free Lil Dee
Got him for a body
That gangsta shit, this in my blood, it's runnin' through my body
She always hit my phone when he do wrong, I gotta make it right
She taken but she call me time to time 'cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe)
She told him he is all she see
I came around, f*cked up her sight
She sound like a crack rock
She hit me once, f*cked up her life
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
They hate how we walk, how we move, how we step (they say)
Nobody breathin' f*ckin' with him
Let me my hold my breath (let me my hold my breath)
Ben Frank that's my best friend
I love that boy to death (love that boy to death)
F*ck with me? That's R.I.P.
You better keep a Tef'
'Lone, leave me alone, I got bitches want me bone
And I'm vicious, I'm a dog, animal in my bones
I smell like cat, I need cologne
Girl, you trippin', where my phone?
Don't bother me, I'm in my zone
I'm a boss, watch your tone (yeah)
I love when that chop kick
I love when that chop spit
Call me when that block bent
Call me when that chop hit
Call me when he sleep for good
Facetime and just nod your head
He said, "Wick, you overstood, call you when that nigga dead"
Amiri jeans, Dior the shirts, Celine the hat, I'm swaggin' shit (swaggin' shit)
H-o-e's, they come and go we ain't savin' hoes, we passin' shit (passin' shit)
Belly fat move to the butt, okay but not that plastic shit (not that plastic shit)
This Trackhawk is fast as hell but track mode make it fast as shit
(Pause the beat)
I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked
All this ice on me look like I got my ass beat
If you gon' steal the flow just make sure that you tag me
Lie for my niggas, so they bitch know not to ask me
I get that check and put it up, I gotta make sure that it last me
Thirty thousand in my mouth, I still don't like to talk to people
Plenty cash, I'm rich ass hell
I still don't like to floss to people
Wicked Gang like nurses (how?), 'cause we done shot a lot of people
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I pull up in 5%, I feel like John Cena (feel like John Cena)
Ran down with my mask on, I feel like John Cena (nigga, you can't see me)
I smack that lil' ho down raw, I think I'm John Cena
All these chains on, I don't need a shirt just wear my wife beater
Aight I'm done, just playin'
He ain't never shot shit (nah)
He ain't never robbed shit (nah)
Talkin' all that gangsta-gangsta
Tell that boy to stop it
Tell the police, Free Lil Dee
Got him for a body
That gangsta shit, this in my blood, it's runnin' through my body
She always hit my phone when he do wrong, I gotta make it right
She taken but she call me time to time 'cause I got better pipe (I got better pipe)
She told him he is all she see
I came around, f*cked up her sight
She sound like a crack rock
She hit me once, f*cked up her life
They hate how we walk, how we talk, how we move
Said we're lost and frustrated
But believe it or not, we're the next up on top
We're the youth of the nation
Writer: Eelis Samuel Oikarinen, Horace Walls, Kevin Gomringer, Leon Thomas, Luis Baque, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group