Baby Wyd? (feat. Lakeyah) - Nardo Wick

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby Uh, die for me, nigga, I'm- I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm-, yeah I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm- Look, that bitch a ten, her attitude bad She know she all that with a pretty face (yeah) He heard about me from the niggas I curved, huh I'm guessin' he want a taste (he do) Heard his water like my Cuban link (uh) That commitment shit ain't really new to me Make a nigga sing that old Durk And have him screamin', "Baby, what you do to me?" (oh-oh) Damn, look at that smile Nose up so far, she'll turn you down (yeah) Your old hoe so gassed up, no lie Put it down so good, I'ma make you proud, uh (make you proud) Have a nigga Prada bag me (Prada) Your niggas wonder how you bagged me? (Ayy) She a freak bitch, but she classy (freaky) If you treat her right, she get nasty (uh) Got my own so I don't need a nigga Try to do me in and I'ma leave a nigga (yeah) Solid bitch and she stiff as hell Everybody say that she conceited, nigga Wait up for a bitch, I'm workin' (wait up) Put my name on you in cursive (uh) I'ma lay it down way better than my verses Make you wanna die for me, nigga, I'm perfect ('Dross) My lil' bitch perfect (perfect) She can get a brand new Birkin (got a brand new Birkin) Thank God, she twerk it (twerk it) Pretty lil' waist, she perfect In the back of the 'Burban, she give me head while I'm swervin' Can I lick on your toes and do you a service 'til you cum and you squirtin'? She gon' ride like a freak They wanna be on The Shade Room (Shade Room) But she wanna fuck in the day room (day room) If she in the mood (ooh) We could fuck in the pool (we could fuck in the pool) I ain't tryna be rude (I ain't tryna be rude) I know that you freaky, I could tell that If she want she some racks, I could spare that I'm drivin' her crazy in this Hellcat (skrrt) I sprayed on Versace, know you smell that I love when she suckin', pull her hair back (yes) I pull out my hammer, I'ma nail that (yeah) I ain't takin' no L First three years, I took her through hell (damn) Baby, we made it (made it) You was fuckin' with him and you crossed me up (up) Like Tracy McGrady (shit) She called me at the hotel late night (woo) I was makin' a baby (baby) And she told me to go to hell last night (damn) Now she fuckin' with Satan (hahaha), yeah I'm a demon, pull up in the Demon and give her some semen (skrrt) Hope you believe it, 'cause baby, you perfect Perfect I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm-, yeah I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm-

Play that shit, fucker Hey, have you trying to beat up him? Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I rubbed with a shooter (gee) Always knew my time was money I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler (ice) Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touched down in your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Uh, bitch, better go get it right You know I'm cold, bitch, I'm covered in ice Uh, fuck you mean I ain't that nice This shit ain't no luck, bitch, I go do it twice Leaving all these bitches pissed when I'm throwing these fists Only where that shit wants for the pick What's the maneuver? Pull up McLaren or Mercedes Biz when I hit the event (what's the maneuver?) Uh, bust down they feet with a big face Who you know with a snip on the mixtape? Try me, know the bitch made a mistake Know I'm headed to the bees like Beyonce Said he wanna eat like he a like a entrée I ain't finna leave the house for no small pay Got the game in my hands like All State Hoes couldn't fuck with me on a off day (uh) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touch down to your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Oops, I think I spot me an opp Huh, but that pussy ho don't wanna fight (what's up?) Yeah, bitch better go get it right I know you ain't thinking about losing your life (damn) Huh, flow keep up, lick inside of the trunk Might not win a trum if she know where I'm from I know you pussy, you bumping your gums Can't tell if you sweet, but you definitely dumb Yeah, Cartier all on my wrist On Twitter she rich and she play with her thumbs I hit up Wafi the shit on that bitch I know you was broke, I can't be for the bum Yeah, I'm a fly bitch every day You gotta wait to get paid Say he like how I maneuver, come get your dude, he a chooser, ooh Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter (yeah) Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touchdown to your city, they say that it's nitty We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right

(J.R.) Ayy With me it's mostly action, I hate when it's too much talkin' Lakeyah, what they pay? I send a hundred through Milwuakee I tried to take the za down to the K but they won't dog it I'm tryna leave the streets but this shirt 'cause they keep callin' They got left in the street 'cause niggas ain't have shit to offer Don't get left in the street, hit wit' that heat for all that talkin' I fuck with Walmart but when it's smoke we want our target Ain't no poppin' out no bushes, we be clutchin' while we parkin' Ayy, you want smoke, you know we wit' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch Big Lakeyah, made woman, I'm protected 'round this bitch High speed car like it's a rally, flags is checker 'round this bitch All this money we be gettin', you think we stressed around this bitch? I call Tee Grizzley, we tap in, run up a check around this bitch Ayy, I can't fit in no small coupes but got two 'Vettes around my wrist Gang turnt, they fuck on hoes that they just met around this bitch When they shoot, they ain't gon' miss, they hit all net around this bitch In that bulletproof Maybach like it's a vest around this bitch Whip roarin', bitch, this ain't my only foreign Bitch going, I don't make no threats, you ain't gon' get no warning What I spent on granny crib, that's what Big Meech gave his lawyers Boy, these niggas big informants, I was broke but still important Ayy, I'm the hottest bitch doing it right now, let's just be honest I ain't got no time for hatin' ass hoes in my comments I'm the biggest name standing in Milwaukee next to Giannis Ain't Ciara, but this pussy good, it make a nigga promise I got plenty different whips and I don't drive 'em, I'm important I got drivers, I got multiple Suburbans filled with sticks so, bitch, don't try If you got tension throw that issue in the blender I'm a boss, I'm a owner, you a motherfuckin' renter And I ain't talkin' 'bout no makeup, we got MACs up in the sprinter Heard them folks you with on paperwork, that's facts up in the printer, bitch Sendin' boxes to the house, soon as they get there we gon' kill 'em Since I got out, I been winnin', savin' more than I been spending God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners God, forgive me, I'm a sinner, I put niggas in that blender I just fly her out then crack, then send her back, can't do no dinners Ayy, you want smoke, you know we wit' it 'cause it's pressure 'round this bitch And I ain't worried 'bout who steppin', I keep steppers 'round this bitch And I be puttin' that shit on, I get dressed around this bitch And I call all my niggas nerds, we keep TECs around this bitch!