Nardo Wick – Why Lyrics 

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Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I cant get them off of me
Why these n***** copy me?
Why these n***** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these n***** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh 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 my n***** out the street but we still street
Me and every n**** round me full but we still eat
They tried to tell us slow down on that sliding but we still creep
He ain’t woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit that n***** street whenever we in town
Them n***** know we stepping like it’s roaching on the ground
All that mean mugging dummy boys gon die with a frown

Why do they keep calling me?
Why do they keep stalking me?
Think I got too many hoes, I cantget them off of me
Why these n***** copy me?
Why these n***** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these n***** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh 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 vest, you better find a teflon hat
Shoot at us we kill too, that’s how we get back
Before we left all you heard was a bunch of click-clack
Got back one, shouldn’t left one of our gats

You can’t call me lil bro cuz I’m a big dawg
Tony that’s my big bro, he sold Fentanyl
You wonder why I’m catching you, I played football
Don’t come over here talking wrong, I shoot your lip off (no face n****)

N***** do not fuck with me
Bitches from the past keep calling me, I’m finna change my number
I keep heat like 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 cant get them off of me
Why these n***** copy me?
Why these n***** jocking me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these n***** flawed to me
Why you keep that gun tucked?
Why you always turnt up?
Oh you a rapper now? I don’t give notone fuck
Why are you so cold hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame