Not Worthy 2 Lyrics – Wizz Havinn

Uh
N!gga, uh
(Ayy, this some Wizzard sh!t)
Go break a ‘bow down, get your scale dirty (Uh)
How the f*ck you that old and you ain’t got thirty? (You ain’t got thirty?)
You can’t step inside my trap, n!ggas not worthy (You ain’t worthy)
Every time I f*ck a b!tch, I gotta pop Perkys (Uh)
Yeah, n!gga
N!gga, uh
See, I, I get in that mode and I just
I just be like, f*ck
Damn
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Ayy

All that sh!t that you doin’ is not working (Ain’t working)
I’m way in the country, phone ain’t got service (Uh)
Too much funny movement make a n!gga nervous
F*ck around and have them youngins out this b!tch purgin’
I got too many licks, jit, I ain’t gotta serve ya (I ain’t gotta serve ya)
Fam need ten ‘bows, he want ’em all purple (He want ’em all purple)
My b!tch bad, big glasses like she Steve Urkel (Like she Steve Urkel)
N!gga playin’ with my check, I’ma have to murk him (Baow, baow)
I’m out late night swervin’, I’m lurking (Yeah)
f*ck around, whack a n!gga with no purpose (No purpose)
n!ggas talkin’ ’bout they bosses, they workers (They workers)
If you lookin’ for me, n!gga, I’m in the trap servin’
I’m in the trap with it (For sure), n!ggas cap, really (Uh)
Drop it off, me and cuh gon’ move the whole shipment (n!gga, uh)
Ho say she got that bag, somethin’ ain’t clickin’ (Somethin’ ain’t clickin’)
I ain’t wanna hit that sh!t, somethin’ smell fishy (Ew)
I ain’t with the weird business, I’ma up the blicky (Baow)
Pop a Perc’, do my dance, n!ggas say I’m jiggin’
Soon as I got some motion, n!ggas started switchin’ (Yeah)
N!ggas went broke, whole trap finished (Huh?)
Make me mad, I’ma go and pick your b!tch up, n!gga
I had a cracker come with Jay that drive a pickup, n!gga (Oh yeah)
You know who run the city, shut that sh!t up, n!gga
I don’t even promote violence, keep a blick tucked, n!gga

Don’t be speakin’ on the don, you are not worthy
All these stones in the bezel got a n!gga earnin’
‘Fore I make a play with him, vet a n!gga thoroughly
F*ck ’em then, f*ck ’em now, I know them n!ggas heard me
Hopped out the Rolls-Royce, now I’m in the vert
Thirty-inch Forgiatos, let them b!tches work
West Palm vibe, Lauderdale with me
Goin’ fed with it, bread ’til the fed hit me
What’s better than the drop-off is the pick-up, n!gga
So many Louis duffle bags, drove a pickup, n!gga
Swing by my grandma house, put a brick up, n!gga
You ain’t in no paperwork, then we can flick up, n!gga (Uh)

Uh
N!gga, uh
N!gga, uh
Big business
F*ck it, uh
Ayy, ayy, this off top
Ayy, this rap sh!t gon’ get a n!gga off the block (For sure)
All that flaggin’ you was doin’ got your mans popped (Uh-huh)
All this sh!t on me made my pants drop (Damn)
Ayy, ayy, this off top (Pants drop, man)
Ayy, this rap sh!t gon’ get a n!gga off the block (Too much dog sh!t)
All that flaggin’ you was doin’ got your mans popped (Yeah)
All this sh!t on me made my pants drop (n!gga, uh)
Ayy, n!gga, n!gga, uh
F*ck wrong with these n!ggas, man?
This some Wizzard sh!t, man
You other n!ggas move over, man
Yeah