Havin

[Chorus: Nuk]
Havin', havin'
Bitch, we really havin'
We havin' our way with this shit, you hear me?

[Verse 1: Nuk]
I got two pots goin' now, I'm not the microwave man
I whipped up the girl and stepped on doggy with the same hand
I get high and shave grams, damn near like I'm point shaving
My bitch can tell when I pop 30s, she can hear my voice changing
In the kitchen, I'm a wiz, tell them boys we havin' shit
A bougie bitch can keep her pussy, that ain't where I'm stashin' shit
I smacked it twice, we back in business, I just hit a half a chicken
Brodie 'nem had bricks and they ain't even had no recognition
What you havin'? Nigga, what you stashin'?
Glocky with thе switch and her nipple slip like Janеt Jackson
Told the bitch just keep it down, no interruptions, brodie crafting
My niggas tell me I'm a star when we be thuggin', ain't no rapping

[Refrain: Nuk]
What's my pros today? What I'm gon' blow today?
We slide down just like it's roller skates, now leave the coldest case
I'm a heavyweight, you niggas welterweights
Come on, nigga, get your order straight, we shippin' 'bows today

[Chorus: Nuk]
We havin', havin'
Boy, we really havin', havin'
Bitch, we really havin', havin'
We havin' our way with this shit, you hear me?

[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
They know we really havin' shit
Reachin' for my neck, it's gon' be a tragedy
Trash bags in the trunk full of packages
I'm in the trenches, posted up with my savages
They like, "Why they call you Wizz?" I'll pull a magic trick (Wizzard)
Try to play me like a bitch, boy, I ain't havin' it (Uh-uh)
Twelve hundred for my shoes, these Lanvin kicks
I go zoom in this coupe, it ain't average
Catch me jumpin' out that fucker with the baddest bitch
Okay, I told that ho I love her, I just had to hit
Runt me up a check and then spunt the bag on Ricks
Niggas broke as fuck, ain't never spunt cash on shit

[Chorus: Nuk]
We havin', havin'
Boy, we really havin', havin'
Bitch, we really havin', havin'
We havin' our way with this shit, you hear me?

[Verse 3: Nuk]
Showin' off my wrist, I bet I'll never let that chicken go
I got a freaky bitch that chase the balls down just like Piccolo
If I ain't got my Glock, I'm knowin' Trigga Will or Wick'll blow
Stashed a quarter ticket
In the floor and ceiling
Your bitch can't keep Nuk up out her mouth, she just like Maggie Simpson
Bitch, let's start another run, I shoot the bag to Britain
If the feds try to track my way of trappin', it's like polka dots
I been havin' way too long, my old bitch think she over now

[Refrain: Nuk]
What's my pros today? What I'm gon' blow today?
We slide down just like it's roller skates, now leave the coldest case
I'm a heavyweight, you niggas welterweights
Come on, nigga, get your order straight, we shippin' 'bows today