Baby, I can´t Netflix and chill, I´m still in motion (Go) Think about the homies that I lost, I get emotional (Yeah)
When you scream and kick, think a lion was in the motor Seen my uncle run through books daily with no diploma Pretty bitch, bend her over, petty, can´t be around us I´ma buy the bar and pass out shots until they vomit (Uh) I been gettin´ money, protect the energy like Wakanda Never landin´ gang, I´m in the plane without a pilot 365, every day count (365) CEO of Wavy Gang, live from the lake house Can´t believe you put our bitch away, she tryna break out (Come on) Got her walkin´ through the penthouse naked, nothin´ but a tank top
Yeah, get your rank up, nah, get your bank up You know when it come to the fam, I´ll take a pay cut A5 Jap´ wagyu, look how the steak cut Leanin´ hard, bendin´ corners geeked, the Forgis scraped up "Yeah, Face, you the one," yeah, I know, ain´t gotta tell me shit I´ll come get ´em, wrap ´em, take ´em, bro, don´t mail me shit Nigga almost lost his fuckin´ life for tryna sell me hit Pussy nigga caught me with his ho and tried to tell my bitch Luxury trappin´, never seen a nigga work a scale in Rick If I leave the game, will they love me? Damn, I feel like Mitch (If I leave the game)
Rockstar, fuck, paint her face, damn, I feel like Kiss Fuck a soda, caviar sippin´, smell it when I piss Yeah, seekin´ better days I was goin´ through some shit, that´s when the blessin´ came I got some killers love me to death, don´t even say my name The paint was forty, base two hundred, can´t even get in my lane These niggas claimin´ that they players, don´t even get in the game (Don´t play) I take a few sips, pop me a Perky before I get on the stage These niggas act like they be wild when all the pits in the cage (Oh, yeah) I go courtside with a cup and bad bitch when the Pistons playin´ (Turnt)
My old-head rent a van, no stash, brick in hand Hit the lights, know he ran, hit a corner, toss it back Runnin´ out of money, nope, male me get lots of cash Zombie ´cause I´m feelin´ masked, Chrome Heart, dump the bag Shake his hand, play cool with him, then rock his ass Got the same drop Tommy had, when they ask, I laugh Tesla got my nigga geekin´ bad in somebody grass (Yeah) Freaky mama told his lil´ ass tomorrow to try again Yeah My biggest goal was go and buy a Benz, now it´s me and twin (Benz)
We were cruisin´ in the fuckin´ winter, they don´t understand (They wouldn´t understand) Put a box on the newest Gen, hit you and your friend (Yeah, frr, go) My biggest sin was goin´ to do some shit to try to feed my kid I repent, but I do not regret, I´d do that shit again Pillow talkin´ ´cause you smashed the rat, we did that shit as kids We went up in dreads, hopped on PJ, did that shit at LIV I hop on the bike to catch the sales, CJ sendin´ drills Five minutes ´til we hit the top, bae, pull down your pants (Top) 2025 Maybach, he fresh out the feds I´m at Aston Martin, couldn´t tote a head, I hop out a sled
Nasty bitch think I´m gon´ fuck on her period, I keep runnin´ reds I keep one up top, call him Top ´cause he hit nothin´ but head Wavy ES7, now I´m BO42 in France Iced up like my nigga Veeze Can´t be fuckin´ with dusty fam Jumped the curb and scratched the Lam´ I´m shiftin´ to another ´Vette How much for them leather pants? Bitch, you know that´s your advance How many niggas got a mil´ in cash? Let me see a show of hands I stayed patient, got a line, I´ll give you a kit if you blow my mind Catch me at Rolling Loud, sprayin´ codeine on the crowd Old soul forever live, Earl Swim, ponied down
Maybach in the Coney line, it´s just me and this pole of mine For my niggas, hold it down, tell my bitch and police lies They out the kitchen, stove too hot, plottin´ on me, I hope you not
Yeah Know what the fuck goin´ on Mob Still sippin´, never trippin´, nigga
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