Lyrics Fat Nick – Nicky F Baby

Nicky F Baby Lyrics – Fat Nick

Singer: Fat Nick
Title: Nicky F Baby

Ayy, baby, it’s Mr. Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, Mr. Never Keep No Stimmy, baby
Mr. Free All The Opps, ayy
Seven figures and up or you ain’t not beefin’ with me, baby
V8 engine tremble, baby, Hellcat like a dump truck (Skrrt)

I’m still on the block, holdin’ Glocks and lettin’ shells drop
Can’t f#ck on any b#tch, I up they price when I touch [?]
Rollie on my wrist, it go splash but won’t tick-tock
This a seven-figure vibe when I walk inside the session

Gorgeous Glizzy Gordo, Mr. Hit The Turbo Switch On All My Burners (Skrrt)
I’m up on these blocks, keep the streets hot
Mr. Keep A Bankroll ’cause I know my pants will never drop (Trap)
(Hah, hah) I keep the block hot (What?)

Went from poppin’ these Percs to pourin’ fours a lot
Went from f#ckin’ these hoes to “I don’t give a f#ck” (Nah)
Went from jumpin’ in hoopties to the Royce lot (Skrrt)
I know that I’m rich ’cause my neck heavy (Heavy)

Please don’t come around, this a loaded glizzy (Grr, pop)
I think I’ma spin ’til I get dizzy (Spin, spin)
We gon’ spin, we gon’ spin, so let’s get busy
(Hah, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t

I’m still playin’ with Dracos, on my dumb sh#t
(Pop, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t
Seven figures and up, I keep a big check (Skrrt)
(Hah, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t

I’m still playin’ with Dracos, on my dumb sh#t
(Pop, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t
Seven figures and up, I keep a big check
I know he don’t like me, but his b#tch just keep on likin’ me

When my Mama mad, I grab the Glock before my rosary
Hellcat pedal, OMG, these Perkies keep on callin’ me
I’m worth about a quick eight figures, go and look at me
Mr. Quickdraw, how I water-walk, I let my stick talk

Straight drop, when it hits my cup, that’s a mud-walk
I just left my b#tch ’cause she was too much baggage
Cry up in a Nissan, not this G-Wagon (Skrrt)
Mr. Hit The Block, Mr. One-Of-One (Spin ’em)

I’ll never need a b#tch, [?] (Nah)
We ain’t goin’ broke, these some big funds
Way too many Percs, f#ck, face numb
Mr. Grip Your b#tch, let my nuts hang

Thirty in this drum, hit the switch, let the Glock bang
Too much water on me, ’boutta drown ’cause I can’t swim
f#ck all my opps, keep my choppa ’cause it won’t jam
(Hah, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t

I’m still playin’ with Dracos, on my dumb sh#t
(Pop, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t
Seven figures and up, I keep a big check
(Hah, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t

I’m still playin’ with Dracos, on my dumb sh#t
(Pop, hah) I’m on my hot sh#t
Seven figures and up, I keep a big check
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