Ez E Wizz Havinn
"Ez E - Wizz Havinn" is a hip-hop track released in 2021. It explores themes of resilience, self-empowerment, and the hustle of urban life. The lyrics convey a message of overcoming challenges and staying true to oneself. Musically, it features catchy beats and clever wordplay, contributing to its appeal in contemporary rap culture. #HipHop
[Intro]
Uh
Nigga, ayy, this some Wizzard shit
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Uh, nigga, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Damn, Wizz, what you on? You think you Eazy-E?
Dark shades on, I can't lie, this Perc' beatin' me
Thoroughbred, real nigga, finna feed the streets
Niggas 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 niggas clapped for me
Real hitters, no cap, they'll catch a hat for me
See, the way I move, niggas 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, nigga, the time is near
I'm thinkin' AP, thinkin' Carti, want my time real clear
Big stepper, on my mama, ain't nan' nigga I fear
Real drip, all that designer shit is what I wear
Niggas hatin' on the kid, but I don't even care
It's heavy motion in my section, nigga, 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, nigga, 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
Uh
Nigga, ayy, this some Wizzard shit
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Uh, nigga, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Damn, Wizz, what you on? You think you Eazy-E?
Dark shades on, I can't lie, this Perc' beatin' me
Thoroughbred, real nigga, finna feed the streets
Niggas 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 niggas clapped for me
Real hitters, no cap, they'll catch a hat for me
See, the way I move, niggas 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, nigga, the time is near
I'm thinkin' AP, thinkin' Carti, want my time real clear
Big stepper, on my mama, ain't nan' nigga I fear
Real drip, all that designer shit is what I wear
Niggas hatin' on the kid, but I don't even care
It's heavy motion in my section, nigga, 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, nigga, 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
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