Uh

Ay lemme talk my shit in this bitch

Lemme talk my shit nigga

Ay, We finna smoke dat nigga man (yeah yeah) 

Let’s go, let’s go nigga (uhh, uh)

Naz

Big Glock big Glock uhh yea 

big Glock go uh yea (boom boom) 

Nigga (boom)

Let’s go, let’s go 

Nazir make money he breaking the law 

The cops be on dick they throwing me off 

Im way too advanced go see what I bought 

I feel like John Wick im x’ing em all 

Hop out the freecar im trying to hit a lick

 Yo buddy catch a bullet for telling them shitz 

Iian ever alone I stay wit my click 

We hop out wit drums we punishing shit 

Im standing on business supdoe to yo manz 

One shot from the Drac I make his ass dance 

I put him on IG from the hood he is banned

Inna grave that he lay he shouldn’t been playin  

Headshot onna bitch they know don’t miss 

They throw up opp gang we binnin his rip 

After juggin the bitch,We duckin the cops,They can’t catch us,We killin that bitch (yeah!)

Iian tellin them shh, Im hiding my gun 

My Drac so clean ,And I put on a button 

We getting shipped from the people above us 

Its war Pakistan bitch throw on a muzzle 

She jackin my style, Im fuckin his bitch 

Im cooking these niggas they mad I exist 

I keep me a band, Im servin them shitz 

She fuck wit my smoke, Im servin that bitch 

We shoot up the car we make shit go poof 

Only one inna head im knocking out two 

These leaching ass niggas that knew me in school 

I got sum for yo hoe ass, Im coming for you 

You niggas be bitches,You think Im a fool 

Because Im lil nigga don’t carry that tool 

Ill kill me a nigga and bury it too 

False claim he a member,Im watching that dude 

Nazir make money he breaking the law 

The cops be on dick they throwing me off 

Im way too advanced go see what I bought 

I feel like John Wick im x’ing em all 

Hop out the freecar im trying to hit a lick

 Yo buddy catch a bullet for telling them shitz 

Iian ever alone I stay wit my click 

We hop out wit drums we punishing shit 

Im standing on business supdoe to yo manz 

One shot from the Drac I make his ass dance. 

I put him on IG from the hood he is banned.

Inna grave that he lay he shouldn’t have been playin’.  

Headshot onna bitch they know don’t miss. 

They throw up opp gang we binnin’ his rip. 

After juggin’ the bitch, we duckin’ the cops, they can’t catch us, we killin’ that bitch (yeah!)

I’m speeding the free, I’m dusting the feds. 

I’m takin’ yo’ life, put one in yo’ head. 

That ain’t yo’ real gun, that’s probably yo’ dad’s. 

Don’t think that we cool, I’m droppin’ yo’ ass. 

He totin’ that pistol finna shoot off his arm. 

They callin’ the feds, I’m already gone. 

That nigga dun died, young nigga still calm. 

We spinnin’ again, we killin’ them all. 

Do that bitch bad, she askin’ fo’ dick. 

She slurpin’ me up while I’m talkin’ my shit. 

I’m smokin’ this gas I’m high as a bitch. 

You stay on yo’ ass now watch me get rich. 

I pop me a Adderall I want to hit a lick. 

These bitches be leaching want money and dick. 

If you get in that room you better say shit. 

We put guns to yo’ head you better pray bitch. 

Nazir make money he breaking the law. 

The cops be on dick they throwing me off. 

I’m way too advanced go see what I bought. 

I feel like John Wick im x’ing em all. 

Hop out the freecar I’m trying to hit a lick.

 Yo buddy catch a bullet for telling them shitz 

Iian ever alone I stay wit my click. 

We hop out wit drums we punishing shit. 

I’m standing on business supendo to yo manz. 

One shot from the Drac I make his ass dance. 

I put him on IG from the hood he is banned.

Inna grave that he lay he shouldn’t have been playin’.  

Headshot onna bitch they know don’t miss. 

They throw up opp gang we binnin’ his rip. 

After juggin’ the bitch, we duckin’ the cops, they can’t catch us, we killin’ that bitch (yeah!)


Bet Dat

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Picture This

One Way

Boot Up

uh yea this drank hittin right now 

nigha  uhh they aint hearin me 

nah ( fuck, uhh ) 

i was hitting that , i was totin that bitch ,tappin that what? 

ahh uh bah bah  

what


Im rlly them yns put swtich on yo face  
Iian askin for shit i can make anyday 
Im trappin real hard put moms inn wraith 
2 glocks for a migga that wan die anyday

I’m sending that nigga to heaven I’m blowing my pb
My money my notion iyou kno that im totin im grindin real hard thuggin inna street
Them hollows they blowin them glizzy i tottem them 762 finna boulem like a creep 

If yu take i dome ya got endless lil motion like a creep

I be high of the wax while I tote my gun 
She wan come to the trap an i aint say nun 
I was downbad but now i got mony im rich 
Im killin these feds cuz they alwas on dick 

Yu cross that line man i need me a hat 
The gr i tote that bitch smellin like gas
And we flippin that free and pushing dat bitch 

Im bagging yo ass you aint getting dat back
 He got shot in his face and caught one inna neck 
You niggas be tippin you niggas be wack 
I stay at the trap and you kno where i be 

Hadda kick a bitch oit iojt do no coke 
Faceshot from the bitz man i hope i domt choke
 Hadda put my grabba hadda mix up the weed
I oray to alah nut the devil got me 

Yea im totin this p yea this drake 
Hadda bin up they rip hadda caych uo a case 
Hadda kill us a fed hadda kill us a jake 
And had chamge my flow so they dint hear me out 

Cant come back yu bared where yu lay at
Flyiest young nigga thats out right na 
Put like 1 2 3 4 yo head 
I need me that black i need my that benz 

Militant

Trust Issuses

BandoGlock

Shoot2Kill

Missing (FT. NazlilWick)

You niggas not fuckin wit us (wick, bitch) 

Like you niggas see us but dont do nuffin (me and dk in this bitch, kill) 

Imma tell ya shits (nah fr) 

Been in the house chilling, but niggas wan beef

try go up the vill, and push up on lik

try go up the bricks and punish fat dill

after we done spinning, we going around the mill

i’m telling them shitz naz can’t you tell

got hit with a 556 and he fell

his mother was crying bitch oh well

his mother was cryin cuz ha son got plug

with the real trench gang, we settin shit up




Nigga we sit on your house 
Shawty was turn off the witney lemme nut in ha mouth 
Grab my ski and we load up them dracs 
Stacking these benjis blue hunnets they hidimg my face 
Ya dick riding niggas be gay,hot shit hittem pussy nigga he dead in his grave 
This bitch she wan go on a date 
They said i wont slide but they cluckin and callin the jakes 
That nigga aint totin no drac 
He was loafin on set when i caught him he thought it was late
 That hot shit split up his face 
I call up my yb he jus got realeased out that state 
Aint no scammin you bitch niggas dumb 
Get hit wit that tommy im totoin that 50 round drumb 
Fuck this bitch and im grabbing ha lace 
Fuck all these rappin ass niggas put holes in ya face 

Last Diss (FT. NazlilWick)

Right Hand

Fuck The Tags

Who You Feeling Like

Its nazlilwick nigga and dk in this bitch 

Long live kiki (i miss you my heart)






ya niggas be bitches ya niggas be nic 
never stroafin im totin while sellin my vic 
when yu started this beef aint no callin it quits
put yo manz in this zip cuz he thought he was shitz 
i stay wit ddog like we lilo and stich 
yu was talkin real hot but kno yous a bitch
i was sending them shots put yo ass inna ditch 
yo mama was cryin and tellin fly shits 

Keep the switch in my dip  y u talkin fat cris 
Im tappin that button if im gon off the tris 
Im chasin this money iian chasing no bitch 
Im im walkin 50 i shoot if yu twitch 

Got a facotry stick and a crisvanclip i was makin yu run and yu scream like a bitch
Kim totin that peezy let him barrow the switch cuz he gon score if we go up the 6 

Im in love wit the blood slims im knockin off lids 
I crank off the tris and spin wit a wig 
In love wit these drugs popin perks till im dead 

Killin Wit Wick (FT. DkWackem)

Up Wit The Press

Like Mike

Fully Loaded (FT.SD,Lil Fullyz)

WWE (FT.Gxuppointraffic)

I’m taking your bag yo ass getting bent 

Lil bruh be geekin he high off the fent 

Dont play wit them hoes i just jam wit the men
 
Yea we blow up his homie man we shot off his temp

Imma stand on my shit imma stand on ten
 
Try play wit my bitch imma break yo ass in 

Stop screamin lil bitch just gimmie your pen 

We hop out yo car take that bitch for a spin 

He jammin, he high off the fent 

Young nigga tried slide them bullets tone fucked up his ten 

Im sliding but where is my kin? 

I be chilling wit bro in the trap he be servin that fent 

Man these soft ass niggas don’t be jammin

White boy tryna diss now im fucked up chilling wit sharron 
  
But you know i be right up the street 

Bitch ass nigga catch yo light when you run into me 

Yea we takin yo bookbag yo ass gettin flipped 

Iont never be loafin got the gun on my hip 

Man this nigga a goofy got cracked by a bitch 

Nigga thought i was bluffin got hit with the 5th 

Nigga show me your b’s nigga show me your rank 

Imma lit youn nigga doing shit that it ain’t 

Nigga playin sum goofy shit turn on sum crank 

My youngans be servin yall niggas be spank 

Ya niggas be spank my niggas need health

300b that nigga need help 

bitch ass niggas, i be giving them belt

Stand over is ass while he begging for help 

When I catch lil j I’ma send him to hell 

Lil nigga kept running he was begging for 12

Lil nigga was running and he screamed for his life

When we run on they block and they scatter like mice

Bitch ass niggas, I really got ice

Try come up my block and that’s gon be your life

Try come up my block and that shit gon get flipped

Blow his ass up put the sticks in the ditch


Stand over him, while im bumpin my switch

2K on my wrist and im taking your bitch

Take your bitch and I’m dogging her out

Her leg in the air while we fuck on the couch

Bitch ass niggas why the fuck you keep dissing

Bitch ass, niggas, why the fuck you ain’t spinning

Try to hop in that car and I bet you we stop it

We really them vets and you know that we dog shit


300b we leaving shit cautious


Try play wit the men and this move we gon call it 

This arp dumpin it’s leaving shit foggy

Put wax in my j and I’m feeling like coughing 

I throw on my mask I look like a crook

That nigga a bitch he got left on a hook

That nigga aint no vet that nigga a rook 

I’m shooting this kick I bet you I cook

Put switch to his face his lil ass got shook

Just me and the men yea we’re right in your hood

We sitting on houses we feeling real good

Them spirits gon get yo ass left inna woods 

3 Man Move (SD,Lil Fullyz)

PointTraffic

Hard 2 Be Humble

Bitch im only 17 popping pills to get focus 
Jit be binnin in hondas cuz he dirtyd the lotus 
Pulling 50s out the bag bitch i run up this motion 
Spending racks on my hoe i be dogging her ocean

Racks

Lil free got a car imma pay him a visit 
Feds askin bout a gun they dont know where i hid it
 Nigga get innat room give ahh perk he gon spill it 
Aint no coming round the block bitch you kno im gon kill shit 
They dissin we pinnem bitch niggas just quit it 
Off a yerk im a grimlin lil bitch we cant kick it 
Bo workin that pot and the pills yea we ship it 
My ho got her a body her waist is the thinnest 

They keep dissin on me imma go up the farms 
When i put that shit on wear my vest bullet proof 
Talkin shit bout lil wick man ya niggas just pawns 
Dad want me be right but the porch i don left 
You speak on lil dk these niggas i step 
Hella 24 in my j bitch you kno that shit bite
Always fight wit my bitch in the end we ite 
I stalk where yu lay and these rips i servey 

We dont fuck wit you bitch yu get hit wit this kay 
Really passin the ball and her name was lil rey 
And he thought shit was sweet till i killt him on may 
Its bandowick niggas know my name 

Real bumpin this drac still take care my misses 
After trapping the block i get home give ha kisses 
She want baby wick and im giving her inches 
She worried bout these hoes i say fuck all them bitches 

Tappin this bitch bro got binary triggers 
I roll up dead opps i get high off yu niggas
Racing free’s wit my cuz bitch we be boot up off jiggas 
Put a band on his head den we pinnem dem niggas 

Aint bumpin that 6 lil bitch yu a amutre 
Scream free all the men watch me markin my callender 
Breakin kias and hondas and learnin in them challengers 
Bo bumpin that drac and its loud got no silencers 

Bitch im having these pounds moke like robbert Shapiro
Buying guns for my hood bitch im really trench hero 
Yu can calk me the reaper got my scythe like im jiro 
Yu said that yu havin but yo pockets on zero 
Im takin her neck and im all in her rear rowe
I got me a p and it sold for a kilo 
300 all black bitch iian neva been scared doe 
I rise to the top and it took me a year so 

We back door that boy he got bagged for his peezy 
Got me slump off the tris ghetto bitch dont wan see me 
He got plucked in his top cuz he gansgter on pc 
And the cartier the goat they needa free weezy 

Watch me shoot this bitch bro got turned into ash 
Lil wick he be geekin he ready to crash 
Iian hading no za bitch first show me the cash 
And its free all the men over the jail bitch we thrash 

If yu want smoke wit us we gon send yu a prayer 
Totin 300 black and these switches i bare
Bought my girl a gen 5 for the bitches that snare 
Yu can catch me in public cuz them ppl just stare 

Red beam on the glock have yo vision impaired
Felt alone in this world felt like nobody cared 
I be teachin my yns upp drac dont be scared 
Hadda grind on my own yea my wealth is unshared 

I am a weed head yea thats i admit 
I remeber them days i couldnt get shit 
I pop me a addersl and the perks get me lit 
Bitch bendover backward do a trick on the dick

Dealt Wit

Still plot tylik tryna x that bitch out 
2 switches got bodies love blood call me count 
Im killing rap nigga iian competing fore clout 
Im dumping them guns thats why theres a drought 
Keep drac in my dip or get wit this scout 
 We goin on a drill is yu in or you out 
And im high off da bandy and rappin about
We sliming them niggas yu get killed inna south 

I be stuck inna house but you kno the streets callin 
Im movin like mike whip the p i be ballin 
G twenty three is the key they be stallin 
Bitch im shooting at legs i make sure that they fallin 
Aint serve in a minute my young niggas callin 
Bitch i ventage my clothes iont care what its costing 
Buy my bitch sum new titties and fly her to austin 
Bitch i runnup dat bag diamond teeth i be flossin 

Get hit wit hot shit and get tunred to a victem 
Semi goin on drillz wit lil von he go sickem 
Bitch im on high alert off the 30 im gon blitzem 
Bitch im slimy like liqure sending shot im gon hittem 

Tracers burnin they blow up they comin like missle 
Arp wit the stick allat talk cant be civil 
Bitch i always been bully carry guns in my middle 
don’t care if imma rapper i leave yo ass crippeld 

Breakin her walls tryna make dis dick fit 
Hadda cut off lil bro cuz he slimey eshit 
Staying high off the weed ahhd got me lit 
Stay wit chrome in my dip dont get hit wit this smif 

Get my shank i stay type bitch yu want me to prove it 
I cant fumble this drac in my dip bitch i blew it 
Always trappin and shit onna low i make music 
My bitch watch me pop perks got my hoe to approve it 
Unc said im nice wit the pen bro i already knew it 
Lil brodie on hots drop the lo we abuse it 
Try send me to jail beat the case Iian losing 
Over the jail aint have strong k2 use it

Jus for the clout yu bitches being one sided 
Nigga makin big racks bitch i cant be indicted 
You screamin out loud get my gun iont fight shit 
Vest on my chest wearin diamonds fully knighted 

Cant trust young slim that nigga a bitch 
Bitch im bleeding till grave and on hood iian nick 
And lil shawty fuck wimmie young nigga is rich 
Choppa eatin yo pottnas bullets left bout  3 stich

Im workin that tanto im back onna bricks 
Yu claim yu stay type but youn be inna mix
And ya niggas be hatin but wanna take flicks  
Imma catchem down bad walk him down with these sticks 

Doin drive byes imma pull off a rafe 
My bitch got a gun black box eat yo face 
Drop sum racks on yo head yu get gone by the 8th 
Bitch im goin to jail baba told me my faith


Feel for the bate we reeling them got s glock with a switch and i shoot at the rim

He try to olay my shark lure gim try to 
Yeah im real deal grimy thissgit not pretend 


If he want war then they ass get face grab a ski a gloves yeah we cant leave a trace

He try to run but im matxhinggis pace got ma shooter at yo crib at the house we await
  
They dropping thses diss man this shi gotra stop slezzo a bitch got stomped
On my block

Freddy got in and was talking to cops brand new switch for sim brand new opps


11
pace got ma shooter at yo crib at the house we awalt
They dropping thes diss man this shi gotra stop slezzo a bitch got stomped On my block
Freddy got in and was talking to cops brand new switch for sim brand new opps
556 and it shoot like a missle brodie slimy ash go get him a tissule running with your bitch aint no need for no dental
Got boxes in now theres blood on the rental
Shot my bruv now there bleed on the pavement he teied to run but the bullets erase him

Caught him in public start instantly waving get up close on that skit we 
Wernt aiming

Keep texting ma phone niggas mad about dat lick  stuck up don right in front of his bitch
Kit
Niggas is hoes cant do it like this
Talm so tuff man ta get you hit


Niggas is hoes jus call it quits shoot 12 times and
Het try to run ans got instant hit

Call Me Count (FT.Lil9)

Still Chasing Blue$

What Im Bout

Vorhees Vs Krueger (FT Lil Fullyz)

Friday The 666th (FT Lil Fullyz)

SH00TS 0FF (FT Lil Fullyz)

Dirty R/P's (!!!NazLilWick Leak!!!)

Smacked Out Shit (FT Lil Fullyz)

(GXUAPPO) Pressure Hit (FT Lil9, NazLilWick)

To Many Strikers (FT NazLilWick)

To Many Strikers Pt2 (FT Lil Fullyz)

(SD) Get Up Wit Me (NazLilWick, Lil Fullyz)

(SD) Takin Yo Ice (FT NazlilWick)

Bitch I’m Just Gettin Started 👹

Lil Wick On 🔝

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