Nico Lyrics

Where would I be, if it wasn't for Nico

Where would I be, if it wasn't for Nico

And I Stay with a dog, walk around town with a chico

Bro put a box in the back of his Glock

And he's spinnin' on niggas with cheat codes

No, I'm not talkin' bout liquor

But I'm in mi casa with all of my migos

I was gettin' pints of lean

For the lowest of prices

I heard that site was green

I'm spankin' electric devices

I got my stick and I'm Muslim so these niggas thinkin' I'm part of the ISIS

Heard it's a cyber security breach and I might just be part of the crisis

I been jankin' niggas before I had dreads

I'm in that Scat goin' dumb like SpEd

I got a stick with a sight and a leg

Fuck with Padilla, get hit in the head

I'm tellin' my niggas be great

Bro died, felt like it's part of my fate

One of my niggas had up his stick

So he had throw it in the lake

I'm Jankzah, I'm FreeMoney Glo

I'm a bank star, grab me a piece and I go

Half off, I pay your lease for the low

Alyx on my wrist and it's taking your hoe

No, I can't switch up my niggas

Nico give me bread every time I had went broke

When my brother died, I went to the block of the killer

I had a brand new gun with a full clip lookin' for nigga to kill him

Right after Hoshi died, man Keoni died, so I turned to a villain

I call my young nigga Manny when he see an opp, know he ready to drill him

Hola, ¿como está? Me llamo FreeMoney Glo

Uno de los nombres de mi amigo es, Nico Padilla

Te llamo for life

Boy, don't get popped like a Funko, I got my stick and I'm ready to hit

Never played football, only lacrosse but I'm still callin' the blitz

Stay with the blues like I'm Lilo and Stitch

I'm the reason that your man got a stick

First six digits to BIN

Check on your zip code, that's how you tell it's a hit

I'm givin' out sauce every time that I talk

I like carryin' sticks every time that I walk

All of my methods is on a computer but I'm steady teachin' like niggas with chalk

Breakin' the P's down

That's like 16 Marshall Faulks

Ready for doomsday

Blowin' that stick when it's Martial Law

That piece kick back like it's martial arts

Blue tip, 5.7, mini darts

Sun Tzu, if you want war, know the art

Bustin' the packs and the percs at the park

I'm a Glenn Dale nigga, it's in my heart till I die

It's me and Nico, and Carpet Osama, we posted, we tryna get fly