
Come In Last Wizz Havinn
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[Intro]
Uh
Nigga, uh
Alright
Uh
[Chrous]
I used to come in last
Old bad-ass jit stayed skippin' class
Granny asked me what I'm doin', say I'm cuttin' grass
Movin' fast, that's what got them crackers on my ass
They know I'm hard headed, but I'ma go get a bag
I tote this weapon, mama nigga play, I'ma tear his ass
In the kitchen breakin' sweats, cookin' up glass
I ain't doin' no rap cap, I'm really sellin' bags (Nigga)
[Verse]
Nigga movin' sloppy, he gon' saint the whole shell (Stupid)
Eatin' off another nigga, get your own chips (Dumb-ass nigga)
Man, we speakin' on the business, make the hoes dip
Niggas on that hatin' shit, go get your ho flipped (Ugh)
I'm the rubberband man, I don't know tip
Pockets got the mump, walkin' with a whole limp
I done came so far, I ain't havе shit
Now I'm up, I can go spend a bag, jit
Slidin' South, gettin' head from a bad bitch (Ugh)
Glitchin' good whilе I'm clutchin' on this ratchet
Life way too lit, fuck that sad shit
Only thing I can tell you get a bag, jit (Get some money, nigga, uh)
Uh
Nigga, uh
Alright
Uh
[Chrous]
I used to come in last
Old bad-ass jit stayed skippin' class
Granny asked me what I'm doin', say I'm cuttin' grass
Movin' fast, that's what got them crackers on my ass
They know I'm hard headed, but I'ma go get a bag
I tote this weapon, mama nigga play, I'ma tear his ass
In the kitchen breakin' sweats, cookin' up glass
I ain't doin' no rap cap, I'm really sellin' bags (Nigga)
[Verse]
Nigga movin' sloppy, he gon' saint the whole shell (Stupid)
Eatin' off another nigga, get your own chips (Dumb-ass nigga)
Man, we speakin' on the business, make the hoes dip
Niggas on that hatin' shit, go get your ho flipped (Ugh)
I'm the rubberband man, I don't know tip
Pockets got the mump, walkin' with a whole limp
I done came so far, I ain't havе shit
Now I'm up, I can go spend a bag, jit
Slidin' South, gettin' head from a bad bitch (Ugh)
Glitchin' good whilе I'm clutchin' on this ratchet
Life way too lit, fuck that sad shit
Only thing I can tell you get a bag, jit (Get some money, nigga, uh)
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