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****, ayy, this some Wizzard shit

(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Uh, ****, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Damn, Wizz, what you on? You think you Eazy-E?

Dark shades on, I can't lie, this Perc' beatin' me

Thoroughbred, real ****, finna feed the streets

**** can't guard me, on my mama, they ain't seein' me

I ain't sittin' on my ass, I gotta beat my feet

Ho, get out my whip if you ain't suckin' dick or clappin' cheeks

I ain't gotta pay no fee, got **** clapped for me

Real hitters, no cap, they'll catch a hat for me

See, the way I move, **** can't even catch my drift

See, I fucked your bitch and sent it home right on her lips

Brodie 'nem bubble chain be bussin' like a chandelier

Whole gang goin' bust, ****, the time is near

I'm thinkin' AP, thinkin' Carti, want my time real clear

Big stepper, on my mama, ain't nan' **** I fear

Real drip, all that designer shit is what I wear

**** hatin' on the kid, but I don't even care

It's heavy motion in my section, ****, you's a square

Crackers askin' me what happened, I wasn't even there

I'm in the cut ducked off, bitch, I'm in the rear

They like, "Damn, Wizz, where you be?" Where that bag at

I can't fuck with that lil' ho, nah, she's a nat-nat

All that lil' boy shit, I done fuckin' passed that

Big motion be the biz and, ****, you don't have that

I see some shit I want, then I'm gon' snatch and grab that

I ain't talkin' football, but, bitch, we snatch and pass packs

(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)