MacBook Wizz Havinn

[Intro]
(313 Mafia)
Wop
Wop, wop, wop
Wop
Wop
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, nigga, uh
Nigga, yeah
Fuck wrong with a nigga, man? (Yeah)
Super, Super, Super Wizz, nigga

[Chorus]
Off the Casamigos, I fold a ho like a MacBook (Like a MacBook)
You ain't never swing a pole, nigga, or crack cook (Fuck nigga)
When I'm out shoppin' for clothes, got my strap tucked (Got my thang on me)
I did the dummy, I don't troll, fuck a back up (Yeah)
You say you tryna cop a load, where you at, bruh? (Where you at? Where you at?)
Man, I'm knowin' you a bitch, homie, don't act tough (Nigga, don't act tough)
I can't lie, your music lit, but that's that cap stuff (That's that cap shit)
Super Wizz, I'm a fuckin' real trapper (Real trap shit)

[Verse]
Yeah, chains on, shirt off, I'm on that dumb shit (I'm on that fuck shit)
Pull up, skrrt off, I had to stunt, bitch (I had to stunt)
I spent two bands on a new stick (On a new blick)
Nigga cappin' on his mans, he ain't do shit (He ain't slide, nigga)
I gave her a band just to fuck once (Just to hit)
Lil' dog a dumb man if he run up (Niggas dumb)
Adderalls, no Xans, I likе to be up (Up, up, nigga)
I'm a fuckin' pitbull, these niggas tеacups (Teacups, nigga)
You can't re-up? Now that's a damn shame (Fuck)
I spent thirty bucks on a pendant for my damn chain (For my damn jewels, man)
Four rings on, Super Wizz feel like LeBron James
No ringtone, but, bitch, my phone doing the Wu-Tang (Nigga, uh)