Nardo - Young Lord, Nardo lyrics

{Chorus:} Young Nardo Young Lord Nardo Crucifix around my neck Already paid the car note Know it's Young Nardo Young Lord Nardo Notice that I see you lookin, why you starin so hard bro? Know it's Young Nardo Young Lord Nardo Crucifix around my neck Already paid the car note Know it's Young Nardo Young Lord Nardo Im with exotic women Why you make it look hard bro? {Nardo verse:} Smokin right, roll Em tight That's why I'm feelin good Really good, grippin wood In my hood, you should get it understood Rollin up Rollin up blunts Do my own do my own stunts Her and her friend Havin some havin some fun I eat the beat Pick it a- pick it a-part Naked women and I Takin a pic in the dark Making my thoughts into art Throwing my truck into park Hittin the park when it's dark I'll do a lot but no f**in with bars Spittin these bars Taking all the shots at the bar Shooting my thoughts up to Mars I don't believe in sub-par Hole in one Ima show you how it's done Hollow points got 1234567 Loaded up in the Mac eleven Doobie ashtray so full so cool like a dude named devin Put all the money in the bag I'm skirt off in the brand new jag Gotta watch my a** Hit that blunt 3 times then I pa** Chillin on the couch with hash Man I see you look and ya lookin for my stash Push me one time, make you take a nap Push me two times, and then the guns clap Went thru some sh** then I got a tat Situation critical I'm shootin right back {Chorus} {Tony Laz Verse:} Tony with Yung Nardo I role up with the cargo Park it in the hoopty At my crib up in Chicago Fake hoes get heart broke Real hoes got that par stroke Hit that hole in one I made that ho a f**in star bro I'm back up in the condo I'm back up in these streets I'm back up with my goon n***as Rollin swisher sweet I'm back up with these block boys bangin with the heat Hoes askin 'bout tha name Tony and I'm like yessiree I bang around the block cuz The c**aine make my nose rub f** wit me I cut your two thumbs Some n***as know I'm too dumb When these bars got my tubes wrung Next stop Atlanta or Tuscon Looks like you bout to lose something I'm Rollin round wit the two some The two piece Who knew me Would be the man I came to be Haters trying to hate on me But n***as out here shoot aimlessly Corner hoes come namelessly I feel like people always grading me I'm creatively Stating the Fact that I made it B From A to B {Chorus}