A and W
(D. Hill)
Wavy Navy, Oink Boys, man
Residents only, Wavy Gang, man
You know (only know I can talk it out)
Yeah, yeah, that bitch same again
Yeah, it's my nigga Bean birthday, man
You gotta go, yeah, y'all, you dig, you know
She like, "Shh, damn, Veeze, you cold, I don't know how you do it"
Sleepin' with the pole, I had a dream a nigga tried to shoot me
Coughin' off the ssh, I'm smokin' on, it smell like manure
Turned the TV off and got the head 'cause I couldn't find a movie
I'm high, just like the hills in Hollywood, but I'm not that bougie
How the fuck you made that cream soda look just like Lil Boosie?
How the fuck she fuck my whole group, but she not the groupie?
I'm takin' care the fam off of rap, but I ain't write no music
Tell that bitch to get back with her man like I was Cupid (no cap)
You can't mix that shit with your bare hands, might try to use it
How the fuck I'ma cuff you, know you fucked my man's? You soundin' stupid (what?)
Nigga ain't in the field, he just be rappin' about the crimes I'm doin'
You know I can't give you the game, boy, you gotta pay for that
I'm noddin' so hard off the drank, it damn near break my neck
I'm 'bout to take a nigga to court and sue for takin' swag
I remember I ain't have no hustle, made niggas pay respect
I'm in a G-wagon ridin' 'cause we tryna race the Lam' (skrrt)
I bet that he feel the ten milli', he gon' do his favorite dance (bah-bah)
I showed him a square of that brown, he thought it was candy yam
I'm puttin' the blunt on my brother, my cousin be shavin' grams
I really be pimpin' these bitches, man, I don't pay to fuck (never)
That nigga can't shake my hand, he wrote that statement up (never)
White horns on top of my head, it look like Satan, huh? (Nigga, what?)
Got boy and girl, child, that Sheneneh, huh?
Lil'-ass niggas tryna ball like me so hard, forgot to save some money (slow down)
Nigga so broke, I sent him to the store just like my favorite junkie
I just poured a Sprite, that bitch so dark, look like an A&W
Told that lil' bitch I got more money than her favorite uncle (no cap)
Wavy Navy, Oink Boys, man
Residents only, Wavy Gang, man
You know (only know I can talk it out)
Yeah, yeah, that bitch same again
Yeah, it's my nigga Bean birthday, man
You gotta go, yeah, y'all, you dig, you know
She like, "Shh, damn, Veeze, you cold, I don't know how you do it"
Sleepin' with the pole, I had a dream a nigga tried to shoot me
Coughin' off the ssh, I'm smokin' on, it smell like manure
Turned the TV off and got the head 'cause I couldn't find a movie
I'm high, just like the hills in Hollywood, but I'm not that bougie
How the fuck you made that cream soda look just like Lil Boosie?
How the fuck she fuck my whole group, but she not the groupie?
I'm takin' care the fam off of rap, but I ain't write no music
Tell that bitch to get back with her man like I was Cupid (no cap)
You can't mix that shit with your bare hands, might try to use it
How the fuck I'ma cuff you, know you fucked my man's? You soundin' stupid (what?)
Nigga ain't in the field, he just be rappin' about the crimes I'm doin'
You know I can't give you the game, boy, you gotta pay for that
I'm noddin' so hard off the drank, it damn near break my neck
I'm 'bout to take a nigga to court and sue for takin' swag
I remember I ain't have no hustle, made niggas pay respect
I'm in a G-wagon ridin' 'cause we tryna race the Lam' (skrrt)
I bet that he feel the ten milli', he gon' do his favorite dance (bah-bah)
I showed him a square of that brown, he thought it was candy yam
I'm puttin' the blunt on my brother, my cousin be shavin' grams
I really be pimpin' these bitches, man, I don't pay to fuck (never)
That nigga can't shake my hand, he wrote that statement up (never)
White horns on top of my head, it look like Satan, huh? (Nigga, what?)
Got boy and girl, child, that Sheneneh, huh?
Lil'-ass niggas tryna ball like me so hard, forgot to save some money (slow down)
Nigga so broke, I sent him to the store just like my favorite junkie
I just poured a Sprite, that bitch so dark, look like an A&W
Told that lil' bitch I got more money than her favorite uncle (no cap)
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Writer(s): Karon Malcolm Vantrees
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