SmackDown Wizz Havinn

[Intro]
(Baby, give me some cash)
(You won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)
Yeah (Aight)
Uh, uh, uh
Nigga, nigga, nigga, uh
(Nigga, uh, nigga, uh), for sure
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t average, they know I'm havin' (They know I’m havin')
P's filled up in a trash bag make me happy (It make me happy)
Rockstar lifestyle, nigga, you can't imagine (You can't imagine)
I came up trappin', now I can't believe I'm fuckin’ rappin’ (I can't believe I’m rappin', nigga)
They don't know what it took to get to where I'm at now (Uh-uh)
Any situation, I stood up, I ain’t back down (I stood on business, nigga)
Real slick talker, I get a bitch, put the mack down (I put thе mack down)
Wrestlin' with the work, WWE Smackdown (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse]
Every timе I hit the road, nigga, I'm pickin' up bags in every city (Backend, backend, backend)
Better keep your blicky on you, you ain't heard? The streets wicked (Yeah)
I be movin' real swift, know me, I'm gettin' sticky (I'm gettin' sticky)
They look at Wizz like real OG, but young nigga (I'm a young nigga)
I'm on beat, I'm on my pivot, out the way and gettin' chicken (I'm gettin' chicken)
Long live my nigga Kenny, shit fucked up how they did him (Damn)
Every whip I'm in, nigga, you know it's tinted up (You know that)
In a year, boy, I swear to God, I'ma be rich as fuck (Damn, damn)
All that hatin' shit you doin', that's gon' get your bitch fucked (I'ma fuck your bitch, nigga)
Pop a yerky, pour a deuce, nigga, then I lift her up, yeah