Say U sSho

Im whizkid and i break that
Moving like that
Trappin like that
Moving like that and i'm trapping like that
If the person is nothing the offense is nun
High Minded Records we'll get it on god

Rollin up, rollin up, rollin up, rollin up my stunna
Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up my cup yeah
Whizkid lean learn by heart this the name bitch
Sippin on this lean cos i'm dumb cos i'm ill bitch
Give me a paper
Gimme a filter
Smoking on stunna
It is a killa
Give me a paper
Gimme a filter
Smoking on stunna
It is a killa
This watch gives me chill
These watches on wrist gimme chill
This ain not the fucking drill
This another type of shit
Fuck that shit
All em gangster they so fake
They can't drip like me
Give me a beat, another hit
Another one, another one
Another hit, another one
Gimme a beat, another hit
Say "don' t fuck with me"
Yeah i know man
They just say that cos they can't
Then turn away, then fuck your gang

Say u shoot
Fucking fool
Say you winning
But you loose
Fucking rapper
What you do
Got five hunna on my shoes
And the double in my coupe
Stud is collapsing
Speakers gon blow
You already know
That we ain no joke
Ain't nobody in the game with this flow
I got a better swag
I got a better face
Leave up that down
That bogus is a clown
I bring the style around
The smartest in the town
Yes Saint Laurent
I cop the shit online
The box has just arrived
Girl you had a row with your boy
Baby come here, just follow my voice
Follow the vibe, u kno we flying
Look high in the sky
I'm just sayin
All these people smiling in front my face
Actin like they friend, but i know they really fake
Got main role in this play

Rollin up 20 grams
Hittin the game, on gang
Bitch better know who i am
Eatin yo friend with the ham
Big envelope with kratom
I drink the blend, i drink the shit
And then split bars on the beat
You already know the name: Whizkid
Diamonds around my neck move in jerks
I piss on money, throw money on the floor
Diamonds too pure, bought sum to my dawg
I'm thinking about money, how to get it fast
I think about the money and how to get it fast
Squeezing who cap my shit
Counting on this racks then gon pay my bill
Rapper way too fake, and he feel like a crip
But you not a thug, you not a G
She hitting my phone she looks for a dream
Way too many people that keep hate on me
Way too many people wanna sip like me
Wanna smoke like me, wanna drink like me
I spin up the car
89 in the city
Overtaking a slow popo car
Black is the paint
Black is the window
The music is so fucking loud
I had the flow since a was a kiddy
Now they call we whizzy
With a liter of sipping
With a different feeling
With some different bitches
With this bangers filthy
Moterfucker no kizzy



Credits
Writer(s): Alberto Molteni
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