Not Worthy 2 lyrics

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Wizz Havinn]
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
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
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)

[Outro: Wizz Havinn]
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