Nard lyrics

[Intro]
(Yoyo the producer)
Mhm, mhm, mhm
Bo Jackson n*gga
Mhm, n*ggas know what's up with me n*gga

[Chorus]
This working sh*t in me
Where the f*ck was you at when sh*t got greasy?
It's winter time, upgraded my Glock had to bring out the drizzy
I'm a rapper but I still kill n*ggas
By my lonely I jump out in tune and when I do what I do
I don't care if his mother come out, I'm still gon' shoot
Pop out with a 100k bad b*tch and I switch lanes in this two-door coupe
I been home nine months and I caught plus two
Them B's ain't nothing, you got to stand over top
It's getting cold n*gga, put holes in his Moose
He thought sh*t was sweet, I put Drac' on his ass for moving too loose
I be popping them Xan's, I be loose as a screw
I be watching his ass, he know I'ma kill his ass too
I get that 7.62 and that .300 Black
On Kat I wish them n*ggas stood over Blu

[Verse]
I be creeping and watching, n*ggas don't got a cluе
If we beefing, keep sh*t quiet
We could havе a standoff, I'll come where you at and I'll shoot
We ain't squashing no beef, what the f*ck is a truce?
By myself with that Drac', he stepped out of that door
And you know it was the end of his day
He had cash on his head so his ass head to lay
And I don't be rapping about money, when I drop this album they're gon' pay me 300
And I don't really care about rap, I'm stuck in them cars tryna catch me a bucket
And my Drac' so dirty, I was bumping and rolling, the wood fell off of that b*tch (No cap)
And I stand over top when I catch me a Ten and I love to leave sh*t twitching (Mhm mhm, I leave sh*t twitching)
That's if he want to hang with them killers
I don't care if you beef, can't run from them missiles
Gon' earn you a striker, jump out like—
KKK, I'ma kill me a n*gga (I'ma crack me a n*gga)
Opp n*gga like twelve years old but I'ma crack his ass when he get a lil' bigger (Ok I'ma wait)
I don't care who you is, I'm deep in the streets, I don't underestimate no n*gga (At all)
[Chorus]
This working sh*t in me
Where the f*ck was you at when sh*t got greasy? (Where the f*ck was you at?)
It's winter time, upgraded my Glock had to bring out the drizzy
I'm a rapper but I still kill n*ggas
By my lonely I jump out in tune and when I do what I do
I don't care if his mother come out, I'm still gon' shoot
Pop out with a 100k bad b*tch and I switch lanes in this two-door coupe
I been home nine months and I caught plus two (Mhm mhm)
Them B's ain't nothing, you got to stand over top
It's getting cold n*gga, put holes in his Moose
He thought sh*t was sweet, I put Drac' on his ass for moving too loose (Mhm)
I be popping them Xan's, I be loose as a screw
I be watching his ass, he know I'ma kill his ass too
I get that 7.62 and that .300 Black
On Kat I wish them n*ggas stood over Blu (I'ma crack me a n*gga)

[Outro]
(I wish they would've stood over his dumbass, n*gga long live Blu n*gga, no cap I'm smoking his ass right now in the studio)