歌词
(You know I'm servin' base, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Yeah, ****
****, uh
Super Wizz
Uh, ****
Alright, come on
****, uh
You can't talk about no money, you don't make shit (You don't make shit)
T-R-A-P, trap ****, boy, I take risks (Boy, I take risks)
Still bustin' licks, ****, and I make hits (And I make hits)
**** make that shit look good, but they ain't rich (But they broker than a bitch)
Yeah, that bitch pussy good, but she ain't shit (But she ain't shit)
**** frustrated at the crib 'cause they ain't lit (Damn)
Got my wrist in the pot, finna break it (Finna break it)
Got the streets in a chokehold, ****, face it (****, uh)
I don't never see these **** in the bank, I'm tryna break it (Uh-uh)
My trap like the Krusty Krab, these **** Plankton (Fuck)
Can't let a **** ride on the ship, 'cause he'll sink it (Damn)
Exotic whip driver, I don't need a key to crank it (Skrrt)
I pulled a few Percs out and asked her would she take 'em? (Ugh)
Do a **** ass like Suge 'bout my parking spot, it's taken (Fuck that ho)
I don't really like to politic with ****, they be fakin' (Damn, fuck)
Yeah, they say, "Wizz, you out your top, huh?" (Yeah)
Lot of **** don't even know shit 'bout beatin' the block up (They don't know nothin')
I peeped **** was on some ho shit, I switched the route up (I got paper on me)
I had to put a lil' bit of sand, but, bruh, it's rocked up (Yeah)
I was on my dick for a while, and then I got up (Uh-huh)
I don't like to put **** down, but, boy, you not up (You broker than a bitch, yeah)
Same day a **** touch me, then his ass shot up (Brrt, brrt)
They ain't really havin' game, so they swag jock us (Damn)
You can't talk about no money, you don't make shit (You don't make a damn thing)
T-R-A-P, trap ****, boy, I take risks (I do every damn thing)
Still bustin' licks, ****, and I make hits (Yeah)
**** make that shit look good, but they ain't rich (But they ain't got shit, ****)
Yeah, that bitch pussy good, but she ain't shit (Uh-uh)
**** frustrated at the crib 'cause they ain't lit ('Cause they ain't lit)
Got my wrist in the pot, finna break it (Uh)
Got the streets in a chokehold, ****, face it (****, uh)
****, face it
Uh, uh, finna, tryna
I don't see these **** in the fuckin' bank, I'm tryna break it
Written by: Wizz Havinn


