Why

(альбом: Who Is Nardo Wick? - 2021)

Why do they keep calling me? Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jocking 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 fuck
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
Ain't woke up since that day you 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 stepping like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-mugging, gumming, boy gon' die with a frown

Why do they keep calling me? Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jocking 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 fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame

Fuck 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
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold fentanyl
You wanna know why I'm catching you? I played football
Don't come over here talking wrong, I'll shoot your lips off
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep calling 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 calling me? Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jocking 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 fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame