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The Wizard Video (MV)




Performed By: GM Wop
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Maurice Pettaway




GM Wop - The Wizard Lyrics




A nigga ull tell you he real
And then he'll switch up
They say he was a shooter
But I know he bitched up
Nigga wanna be sumn
Niggas ain't gone kill nun
Niggas ain't cuttin no hunnet Yeahh they tellin lies
Bitch I can show you round all the killers
Niggas ull eat ya plate like it's takeout
I'll show you how to move it when that k hot
Make a nigga move his mama to a safe spot Awww
Big business conducting in my pants where it's tucked in
Nd im making moves like a boss do but I'm sticked up like a cavemen
I sip till I'm mad high you throwin a cross and I turn to the bad guy remember them hoes Ain't show me no love they treatin me like I'm the man now
Cause bitch I be drippin I pimp ona bitch like I'm straight outta Memphis
She say that she love me well bitch go and tat the gang on ya tittie
Ain't got no mind ain't got no feelings
Ho carry me nahh nigga you trippin
Long like weave we carry extensions
Ain't no playin we handle that business
Catch that nigga put his brains through the ceiling
When a man talk lil nigga you listen
Couldn't be on my side cause my guys leave niggas missin
Popeyes Glock 9's
Catch a stop sign shots fired
Throwin gang signs press lines
Until you realize that imma do what I want wit this shit
Dawg I do what I want wit a bihh
Nahh I do not take part in this shit if money cannot be involved in this bihh
Don't act like a target you will not get hit yuhhh

Im chasing a hunnet bands
I step on the work like I'm trappin wit money man
F*ck a bihh and she pay me
Make a O do a 7 I stretch it like KD Yeahh
Hardest coming out the hike
What nigga you know gone give it to you realer
Cook it up huh we ain't making dinner
Run the water coming out the tap
Put it in the fridge getting to the business
I got that sack like I'm Santa on Christmas
I got that pack that'll f*ck up ya sences
Serve back to back knock the door off the hinges
Hit back to back till you niggas is finished
Put it on his head watch em turn missing Yeahh
Please do not play with me
I'm strapped like a Saudi you know that it stay wit me Yeahh
I got the recipe
These bitches is mad that they can't get the best of me noo
Heart cold Minnesota
I'm in the dope bowl wit the soda
I usta trap off a Motorola
I got the secret to the Coca Cola
I jumped on the track and you know that it's over
Reed up on the pack so you know I'm reloaded Yeahh
They treat me like PAC hmmm
I'm throwing Hail Mary on these nigga
Plug actin real scary on a nigga
He think imma lick him so he wanna play it safe and I rock a 9 not a thirty eight
You play wit me bitch it's the pearly gates
And I chopper dance wit a dirty K
Y'all just play shooter this the murder gang
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A nigga ull tell you he real
And then he'll switch up
They say he was a shooter
But I know he bitched up
Nigga wanna be sumn
Niggas ain't gone kill nun
Niggas ain't cuttin no hunnet Yeahh they tellin lies
Bitch I can show you round all the killers
Niggas ull eat ya plate like it's takeout
I'll show you how to move it when that k hot
Make a nigga move his mama to a safe spot Awww
Big business conducting in my pants where it's tucked in
Nd im making moves like a boss do but I'm sticked up like a cavemen
I sip till I'm mad high you throwin a cross and I turn to the bad guy remember them hoes Ain't show me no love they treatin me like I'm the man now
Cause bitch I be drippin I pimp ona bitch like I'm straight outta Memphis
She say that she love me well bitch go and tat the gang on ya tittie
Ain't got no mind ain't got no feelings
Ho carry me nahh nigga you trippin
Long like weave we carry extensions
Ain't no playin we handle that business
Catch that nigga put his brains through the ceiling
When a man talk lil nigga you listen
Couldn't be on my side cause my guys leave niggas missin
Popeyes Glock 9's
Catch a stop sign shots fired
Throwin gang signs press lines
Until you realize that imma do what I want wit this shit
Dawg I do what I want wit a bihh
Nahh I do not take part in this shit if money cannot be involved in this bihh
Don't act like a target you will not get hit yuhhh

Im chasing a hunnet bands
I step on the work like I'm trappin wit money man
F*ck a bihh and she pay me
Make a O do a 7 I stretch it like KD Yeahh
Hardest coming out the hike
What nigga you know gone give it to you realer
Cook it up huh we ain't making dinner
Run the water coming out the tap
Put it in the fridge getting to the business
I got that sack like I'm Santa on Christmas
I got that pack that'll f*ck up ya sences
Serve back to back knock the door off the hinges
Hit back to back till you niggas is finished
Put it on his head watch em turn missing Yeahh
Please do not play with me
I'm strapped like a Saudi you know that it stay wit me Yeahh
I got the recipe
These bitches is mad that they can't get the best of me noo
Heart cold Minnesota
I'm in the dope bowl wit the soda
I usta trap off a Motorola
I got the secret to the Coca Cola
I jumped on the track and you know that it's over
Reed up on the pack so you know I'm reloaded Yeahh
They treat me like PAC hmmm
I'm throwing Hail Mary on these nigga
Plug actin real scary on a nigga
He think imma lick him so he wanna play it safe and I rock a 9 not a thirty eight
You play wit me bitch it's the pearly gates
And I chopper dance wit a dirty K
Y'all just play shooter this the murder gang
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Writer: Maurice Pettaway
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