One Thing

[Intro: Wizz Havinn]
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Fuck
Huh
Nigga, uh, nigga
Super, Super Wizz
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
One thing I know, lil' bruh, remember what I told ya ('Member what I told ya)
That dope ain't gon' be hittin' on shit, that's too much bakin' soda (That's too much bakin' soda)
My niggas strapped like the army, but they ain't no damn soldier (They ain't no damn soldier)
My lil' hitters ready to jump out the Corolla and close your folder (Rrr)
Big molly rocks on my arm, these bitches look like baby boulders (Baby boulders)
Put a Cuban around my arm and then my pockets got a lil' swoler (Got a lil' swoler)
Mindframe a lil' different, a young nigga just gettin' older (Just gettin' older)
I ain't playin' games no more, bitch, I done broke the remote controller (Fuck)

[Verse 1: Wizz Havinn]
Fuck 'round and bust out a chinchilla in the winter when it get colder (Yeah)
These fuck niggas 'round here still trippin', I swear they done got bolder (What the fuck?)
We posted up at a jugg house, they smokin', that's why I got an odor (Real shit)
Don't act like this shit shockin', fuck nigga, I swear I told ya (On God)

[Interlude: Wizz Havinn]
Told you niggas I—
Dumb-ass nigga
Told you niggas I was finna go up (I ain't just Wizz no more, man)
What, y'all thought that shit was a game? (This shit Super)
Heard me? (Super)
Super, Super, Super

[Verse 2: Wizz Havinn]
They thought the trap was dead, well, bitch, we brang it back (Brang it back)
Doin' all that yappin' like you up, nigga, that's your brother sack (Nigga)
Ain't no rap cap or no trap cap, I really flipped Bubba packs (Nigga, uh)
You be comin' 'round on that weird shit and I ain't with none of that (Get the fuck from 'round, nigga)
You real tender about that lil' bitch, you can have that runner back (Give her back right now)
Give my lil' nigga a whole thing, you know he bring it back (Yeah)
On God, I was too deep in the streets, I thought I would never rap (Swear to God, nigga)
Niggas died 'cause they ain't on beat, that's why I never lack (Brrr)

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
One thing I know, lil' bruh, remember what I told ya (Nigga)
That dope ain't gon' be hittin' on shit, that's too much bakin' soda (Nigga, uh)
My niggas strapped like the army, but they ain't no damn soldier (Uh-uh)
My lil' hitters ready to jump out the Corolla and close your folder
Big molly rocks on my arm, these bitches look like baby boulders (Boulder)
Put a Cuban around my arm and then my pockets got a lil' swoler (My shit rose)
Mindframe a lil' different, a young nigga just gettin' older (Yeah)
I ain't playin' games no more, bitch, I done broke the remote controller (Nigga, uh)

[Verse 3: Lil Double 0]
Uh, one thing I know, lil' bruh
If he get the fire, he a soldier for war
Try me like offseason
Chrome Heart fiend, the raw got 'em fiendin' for more
Plenty pie, can get a Ghost
Pourin' up codeine, I'm toast
Niggas playin' them games, lil' slime come through and walk down, get 'em over
I don't remember her name, just number
Every bitch I hit, make a runner, nigga
We can get it cheaper, he don't waste a number
If you get rich off bricks, put your arm up
Now you got switch on you, ride with that run-up
Up with the fire 'til you die, get touched
Today, go plain, but tomorrow, go bust
I might trap in a Range Rover, bulletproof truck
Ayy, this molly beat like boulders
Fiends pass out dope like ebola
He headshot him 'cause he wasn't focused
Knock his head straight off his shoulders
One thing I know, lil' bruh
If he get the fire, he gon' blow it for war, just spray
Walk a nigga down with the pole
Walk a nigga down, we gon' hop out, man down, ayy, nigga

[Outro: Wizz Havinn]
Playin' games with you niggas' ass no more, man
Press the gas, man
Super pressin', man
Full-court pressin', no half-court pressin'
Yeah, mmm
Fuck