[Intro: Wizz Havinn]
Uh
N***a, uh
(Ayy, this some Wizzard shit)
Go break a 'bow down, get your scale dirty (Uh)
How the fuck you that old and you ain't got thirty? (You ain't got thirty?)
You can't step inside my trap, n***as not worthy (You ain't worthy)
Every time I fuck a bitch, I gotta pop Perkys (Uh)
Yeah, n***a
N***a, uh
See, I, I get in that mode and I just
I just be like, fuck
Damn
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Wizz Havinn]
All that shit that you doin' is not working (Ain't working)
I'm way in the country, phone ain't got service (Uh)
Too much funny movement make a n***a nervous
Fuck around and have them youngins out this bitch purgin'
I got too many licks, jit, I ain't gotta serve ya (I ain't gotta serve ya)
Fam need ten 'bows, he want 'em all purple (He want 'em all purple)
My bitch bad, big glasses like she Steve Urkel (Like she Steve Urkel)
N***a playin' with my check, I'ma have to murk him (Baow, baow)
I'm out late night swervin', I'm lurking (Yeah)
Fuck around, whack a n***a with no purpose (No purpose)
N***as talkin' 'bout they bosses, they workers (They workers)
If you lookin' for me, n***a, I'm in the trap servin'
I'm in the trap with it (For sure), n***as cap, really (Uh)
Drop it off, me and cuh gon' move the whole shipment (N***a, uh)
Ho say she got that bag, somethin' ain't clickin' (Somethin' ain't clickin')
I ain't wanna hit that shit, somethin' smell fishy (Ew)
I ain't with the weird business, I'ma up the blicky (Baow)
Pop a Perc', do my dance, n***as say I'm jiggin'
Soon as I got some motion, n***as started switchin' (Yeah)
N***as went broke, whole trap finished (Huh?)
Make me mad, I'ma go and pick your bitch up, n***a
I had a cracker come with Jay that drive a pickup, n***a (Oh yeah)
You know who run the city, shut that shit up, n***a
I don't even promote violence, keep a blick tucked, n***a
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Don't be speakin' on the don, you are not worthy
All these stones in the bezel got a n***a earnin'
'Fore I make a play with him, vet a n***a thoroughly
Fuck 'em then, fuck 'em now, I know them n***as heard me
Hopped out the Rolls-Royce, now I'm in the vert
Thirty-inch Forgiatos, let them bitches work
West Palm vibe, Lauderdale with me
Goin' fed with it, bread 'til the fed hit me
What's better than the drop-off is the pick-up, n***a
So many Louis duffle bags, drove a pickup, n***a
Swing by my grandma house, put a brick up, n***a
You ain't in no paperwork, then we can flick up, n***a (Uh)

[Outro: Wizz Havinn]
Uh
N***a, uh
N***a, uh
Big business
Fuck it, uh
Ayy, ayy, this off top
Ayy, this rap shit gon' get a n***a off the block (For sure)
All that flaggin' you was doin' got your mans popped (Uh-huh)
All this shit on me made my pants drop (Damn)
Ayy, ayy, this off top (Pants drop, man)
Ayy, this rap shit gon' get a n***a off the block (Too much dog shit)
All that flaggin' you was doin' got your mans popped (Yeah)
All this shit on me made my pants drop (N***a, uh)
Ayy, n***a, n***a, uh
Fuck wrong with these n***as, man?
This some Wizzard shit, man
You other n***as move over, man
Yeah