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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wizz Havinn
Wizz Havinn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wizz Havinn
Wizz Havinn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rajon “Raj Bangers Only” Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
****, yeah
(Ayy, Azrael, you fuckin' with this one?)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Standin' on top of the biz, that how it 'posed to be (Yeah, yeah)
They like, "There go Super Wizz," damn, I can't roll in peace (I can't roll in peace)
Behind the tint, you see my chain, bitch, you notice me (Yeah)
I'm up a couple whips, I'm 'bout to add some more onto the fleet (Yeah)
Lil' shawty, you ain’t nothin', I can tell by how your feet look (How your feet look)
These pants cost a grip and ain't even come with a damn crease in 'em
Beat your ass in the club, **** make you leave and you can't re-enter (Get beat up)
I really think this bitch the one, all my kids, I'ma leave in her (I'ma leave in)
[Verse 1]
Certified for real, all I be around is sinners (Grrt)
**** tried that shit on me, tables turn, now I'm winnin' (I'm up now)
Mr. Make It Happen, I'm the one that put food in the kitchen (I bring food to them)
They told me I was crashin' not goin' to school, but, look, I did it (I made it)
Mama, I made it, yeah, your baby boy, he hood rich (Yeah)
Bae can't leave me 'lone, she say that I got good dick (I'm puttin' it down on her)
**** ass funny like Druski, wish he could've been
Your two cents ain't mean shit, so why you put 'em in? (Uh, ****)
Mobbin' through the trenches deep, nothin' but hooligans (Nothin' but gang members)
Bust my first gun, I wasn't never scared to shoot again (I wasn't scared)
Big-ass Bnb in Broward what we coolin' in
Back-to-back black trucks on the outin', move like president
[Chorus]
Standin' on top of the biz, that how it 'posed to be (That how it 'posed to go)
They like, "There go Super Wizz," damn, I can't roll in peace (Yeah, they notice me)
Behind the tint, you see my chain, bitch, you notice me (Yeah, you see these diamonds)
I'm up a couple whips, I'm 'bout to add some more onto the fleet
Lil' shawty, you ain’t nothin', I can tell by how your feet look
These pants cost a grip and ain't even come with a damn crease in 'em
Beat your ass in the club, **** make you leave and you can't re-enter
I really think this bitch the one, all my kids, I'ma leave in her (Yeah, I'm one of them, leave it in)
[Outro]
All my kids, I'ma leave it in her, fight in there
Written by: Wizz Havinn
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