Goldmine Wizz Havinn

[Intro]
(Zari, you're a genius)
Nigga
Nigga, uh
(Ah)
Ayy

[Chorus]
She say, "When we fuckin' raw?" Call it soul ties (Call it soul ties)
I got some niggas in Alabama like it's roll Tide (Like it's roll Tide)
We don't call the trap the trap, we call it a goldmine (We call it a goldmine)
I had to switch the drip up, a nigga stole mine (A nigga stole mine)
We'll hang a nigga ass like a clothesline (Like a clothesline)
Before you test this shit, nigga, use your mind (Use your mind)
Put an arch in it, bae, use your spine (Use your spine)
This nigga on your beat, Wizz, and usin' your lines (Usin' your lines)

[Verse]
AMG in sport-plus, I can't slow down (Skrrt, skrrt)
We protect the brand, nigga, ain't no dyin' (What the fuck?)
How the fuck he that hard and bustin' slow rhymes? (Huh?)
I'm in the booth in Miami, nigga, I sold dimes (For real)
Sold a whole lot of bud, nigga, and sold rhymes (No cap)
I'm on my third song, nigga, this shit take no time (For sure)
In the trap, all I do is worry 'bout clientele (Uh)
You ain't heard 'bout the Wizzard? Nigga, I buy and sell (Yeah)
Old weird-ass nigga, you just lie and tell (Uh)
I talk a lot of shit, they say my mouth got a smell (Ew)
Niggas ain't demon, why they say they causin' hell? (Uh)
I ain't on papers, it ain't shit to get a bail (Uh)