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Jay Critch

Wizards

 

Wizards


Ayy, ayy
Jay Critch, Hood Fave
Hey
(Jahdidthat)

Look, my niggas know I can't fold, came up from nothing now I got a lot to lose
These niggas gotta respect it, came out the trenches did the impossible
I gotta stay with the pole, stay with the shooters, we aiming the Glock at you
They see me out on the road I'm in the foreign I'm swerving the obstacles

Count this shit up make my wrist hurt
Brodie still in the trap with the wrist work
Balling like I signed up with the Wizards
And these niggas like to Envy
Gotta chop for the snakes and the lizards
I won't give a dollar to these bitches, but a nigga will spend bands on the sizzurp

I'm talking money I don't wanna speak now
Cut off the hoe and then I gotta rebound
All of the opps catch a shot like a rebound
Diamonds hittin try to touch get a beatdown
Ass fat but she not getting money
She ain't fucking then I tell her to peace out
Ten toes when I'm putting my feet down
Money counter and it's making the beep sounds
Cartier frames like I'm from D-town
Hood Fave, I cannot let the streets down
Big cap, and these niggas be pussy
Tellin stories and they leaving the peace out
(Hood Fave!)
Lot of weird niggas running the streets now
(Jog up on me and I let that shit sing)
Drum up on it like I'm making a beat now
And all of my diamonds go metro booming
These niggas can't get a bag they clueless
If I don't get paid then I ain't gon' do shit
30's with me cook 'em up like Ruth Chris (30! 30!)
And the shit don't stop gotta get back to it
I was plotting, I was making the blueprint

Look, my niggas know I can't fold, came up from nothing now I got a lot to lose
These niggas gotta respect it, came out the trenches did the impossible
I gotta stay with the pole, stay with the shooters, we aiming the Glock at you
They see me out on the road I'm in the foreign I'm swerving the obstacles

Count this shit up make my wrist hurt
Brodie still in the trap with the wrist work
Balling like I signed up with the Wizards
And these niggas like to Envy
Gotta chop for the snakes and the lizards
I won't give a dollar to these bitches, but a nigga will spend bands on the sizzurp

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