Wizards at the Waverly Place

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] (Thank you, GC) How I'm feelin', swanton-bombin' [Verse 1: TrDee] How I'm feelin', swanton-bombin' off a jet I know niggas better get some time to come collect I heard you be usin' teeth, so I don't want your neck You don't think that we gon' win, well, come and place your bet You can't see me 'cause it's curtains on the Maybach Sprinter We gon' fry him like some chicken, he be actin' tender I feel like I won the 'ship, lil' bitch, you with a winner We all ball on hall of fame and you just a beginner [Verse 2: BabyTron] Chopper with me, I can't ride with just a pistol Doggy whole 'fit from Temu, don't even look official M's in my bank account, you see 'em when you cook McGriddles Shit, when push comes to shove, you gotta mush a little Lil' bro don't stop spinnin' like a conveyor belt Ain't had nothin' in a minute, them boys need major help Somehow, I'm the one who always get it, told her blame herself .308'll smack the side his striker, watch his Shaker melt [Verse 3: TrDee] Chopstick got kick, shit just like Buttowski Touchdown, Mike Vick, white buffs like Ronda Rousey Finna take me a trip, just got a bag from Ghazi Y'all niggas ain't on shit, tell me who done caught a body If you try me, bro, I swear this shit get catastrophic You ain't got no whip, so I can't catch you out in traffic I'ma hit you with these clips since you be always out here actin' You can't put no bitch on me, you know that's a shitty tactic [Verse 4: BabyTron] One-of-one designer, why y'all boys just City Man'ing? I was really tryna get 'em, you was Sillyband'ing Better watch out when you walk out, shooter ghillie campin' 2023 was the last year to kittycat it I wouldn't drop a dime into a piggy bank Coogi hit for seven hundred, guess I'm in my Biggie phase Unky servin' grey and he got fifty shades Copped a faulty glitch, when he up, he gon' see his switchy fake [Verse 5: TrDee] I be feelin' like a folder 'cause my pockets stuffed with pape' You ain't got no fans, so ain't no point to drop a tape She like, "You got opps?" 'Cause I got Glocky on a date You can't talk to me 'cause I be blowin' what you make Sticked up like we at the Waverly Place Brodie dropped a Hellcat just so he could go on a chase He a lil' dog, tell Scrappy to stay in his place Where the fuck your mama? Do she know that she raised a disgrace? [Verse 6: BabyTron] Eight of drank, I'm havin' trouble stayin' awake Earned it off the talent, boy, you out here payin' to play DSM the la familia, ain't claimin' a gang All them excuses, where's the pape'? I ain't playin' them games If you ain't got at least 500K in the bank Then why you layin' in bed? Better duck when we quackin', boy, we aimin' for heads Want some Quagen and red, kill the pain with some meds [Verse 7: TrDee] He was playin' with his food and got his plate took Big bills, blues Crip-walkin', Russell Westbrook This a spaceship, might be some shooters in the Tesla Turn on my theme song, because I'm flexin' like a wrestler [Verse 8: BabyTron] Extra pair on the back of my head I'm four-eyed like I'm Velma Lil' bitch so cold that she frozen, Elsa Green Chrome Heart head to toe, look like Zelda ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?