Nardo Wick - Rich Maniac lyrics

[Intro] Arkay [Chorus] The young boy been on boss sh*t, they not fu*kin' with him He straight but if he older better get to duckin' with him I can't put my trust in ni**a, I ain't trustin' ni**as Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, ni**a? [Verse 1] Glizzy splash, it's water, ni**a, glizzy flamin', torture ni**as The hollow tips torture, ni**a, camera flashin', portrait ni**as You know I ain't talkin' 'bout no camera You know I'm talkin' about the burner, ni**a You know I ain't talkin' 'bout no camera You know I'm talkin' about the heater, boy Ain't got that heater, I'll beat a boy How the hell that heater freeze a boy? Pull up, make you beat it, boy, pull up, she gon' eat it, boy Pull up, she gon' chop a ki', she play with the bowl like soccer trick Tony twеakin' out them jeans, not just one, hе popped two, he did Paranoid of his own shadow, knowin' he gon' split some wigs Know I got that O-Drac, and I got that Sauer Sig Pull up in a Focus, Ford, tryna everybody, kill Money don't sh*t mean, ni**as 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 sh*t, ni**as know I'm still wicked Yeah, that's right [Chorus] The young boy been on boss sh*t, they not fu*kin' with him He straight but if he older better get to duckin' with him I can't put my trust in ni**a, I ain't trustin' ni**as Money Mitch had trusted Ricos, see what happened to Rich Porter, ni**a? [Verse 2] b*tch, yeah, yeah, I'm a maniac Illustrate a ni**a block, uh, who painted that? Mm, mm, I'm a psycho And them fu*kin' ni**as crash, call Geico (Gang, gang) b*tch, I'm insane Bro, The Shining right behind, ain't gotta explain (Wicked, wicked) I'ma fu*k 'em up Put a ni**a six foot like three ni**as stomped him Mm, mm, please don't play with me 'Cause I don't feel sh*t and I don't even play with me Nina got evicted, now that b*tch stay with me Now my name is Sherlock, keep that K in front of me Uh, uh, what's your Cashapp? Just tell me where they be and I'll get you cashed out I got a job, I'll spin the block, the whole street assed out I want some drop, he want the torch, ain't think he layin' down Glizzy, down, Tiffany got me mad as fu*k She sent the drop, I slid through, yeah, I had picked up She said we can't fu*k 'cause she came on her red stuff What the fu*k? Stupid b*tch, what? You can fu*k Uh, uh, I'll give it to you, uh, uh, .22 give it to you Uh, uh, Von give it to you, uh, uh, everybody give it Uh, uh, I'll get to shootin', uh, uh, .22 get to shootin' Uh, uh, Von get to shootin', uh, uh, everybody shootin' Block hot, block hot, 'nother ni**a gone Push up, why you playin' music? Glizzies hangin' on Soon as you hit the door, we fu*k, ain't want to prolong I'm finna go with main b*tch, so don't call my phone (Don't call me)