Wavy
Aye,
Yuh,
Aye
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Kalashnikov Fully Loaded bangin
Wavy wavy, on them XOs baby
My team gon pull up tinted out Mercedes
Kalashnikov fully loaded bangin
Coming from the mud, deeper than the basement
They gon listen, when I'm out here spittin
And the only reason's cause they want a case
Still gonna hit this booth again, not talking I'm doing this shit every day
Not gonna stop imma hop right back up in it
I see thru the shit like a whip with no tinted
Got my shit spinning, it's making me dizzy
Still got some fuckers that trap for a living
But All of my homies stay strapped like some killas
They all about money don't care bout ya feelings
Steady on offense, don't care bout the d-end
Might Pop out like Huncho, not talking bout wheel'n
First thing is first, gotta get with the winning
Next after that get the fam in the building
Third make sure all my real ones got ceilings
Then build up a kingdom we leaving the trenches
Speaking of which I'm not following script
Holding the wheel now I'm whipping this bitch
Felt the turn up when I dropped reminiscing
With a new group cause the new ones ain't dippin
Not talking dots but I'm cold with no feelings
The picture been clear when I think bout a vision
Not gonna stop til they see the potential
Til then imma turn up with these instrumentals
l Took a few things got me crossed while I'm faded
Couple of pills that I mix them with the drankin
Decisions I make gotta move to the Franklins
So Past graduation I was never playing
Struggled and struggled, the hustle a bitch
Fuck a thousand a month I want that in a minute
Don't care about putting the ice on my wrist
That can happen when all of I'm dawgs can get go it
No dancing, no flossing, no fokes I ain't hittin
Get hungry for this then you'll start thinking different
Won't ask for Congress to give me assistance
Be damned if the politics fucks with my mission
Wavy wavy, I can feel the hatred
It's a lot of thinking cause they ain't gon say shit
Swayin' swayin', from the drugs I'm lacing
I don't Swangand bang, imma high speed chasin'
I'm on chill cause the weed amazing
When I cop a section, make the place go crazy
Money or moves I associate with
I know what I want I don't contemplate it
Still on wavy, take a few hits daily
But I still be active I am never lazy
No mumble rap, what the fuck you saying
Give truth and dick but they cannot take them
Mucho gusto with that pretty ting
But I'm not giving out a diamond ring
If anything cop habibi bling
Pass the hookah when I'm with the team
Tryna fly out from the H to the A
Then go to the Keys on a beautiful day
Then tryna go and smoke out in LA
Don't care about taking a hoe on a date
If you stay solid it's hard to be fake
Boss up your shit with whatever it takes
I Be damned if I let them tell me my fate
I'll prove all em wrong when I build that estate
Predict my future, but I'm not a Herald
One look at my name you would think I'm a Pharaoh
I'm signing that heat like my last name was Herro
I'm after the foreigns so keep the Camaros
Never could really afford any retros
At times I felt like I was scraping for pesos
Hispanic that shawty she begging for besos
I don't care for love, I'm just here for the sexo
Turn to the beast, lemme show out a savage
Won't kick out my bro if I see him surpassin
Some people are hoping that clout gonna last
Talking that shit cause you blew up too fast
I'm solid so even a million won't change
You gon see me still on the hustling thangs
Tryna put the whole team in a private plane
I'm going for first talking victory lane
Yuh,
Aye
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Wavy
Kalashnikov Fully Loaded bangin
Wavy wavy, on them XOs baby
My team gon pull up tinted out Mercedes
Kalashnikov fully loaded bangin
Coming from the mud, deeper than the basement
They gon listen, when I'm out here spittin
And the only reason's cause they want a case
Still gonna hit this booth again, not talking I'm doing this shit every day
Not gonna stop imma hop right back up in it
I see thru the shit like a whip with no tinted
Got my shit spinning, it's making me dizzy
Still got some fuckers that trap for a living
But All of my homies stay strapped like some killas
They all about money don't care bout ya feelings
Steady on offense, don't care bout the d-end
Might Pop out like Huncho, not talking bout wheel'n
First thing is first, gotta get with the winning
Next after that get the fam in the building
Third make sure all my real ones got ceilings
Then build up a kingdom we leaving the trenches
Speaking of which I'm not following script
Holding the wheel now I'm whipping this bitch
Felt the turn up when I dropped reminiscing
With a new group cause the new ones ain't dippin
Not talking dots but I'm cold with no feelings
The picture been clear when I think bout a vision
Not gonna stop til they see the potential
Til then imma turn up with these instrumentals
l Took a few things got me crossed while I'm faded
Couple of pills that I mix them with the drankin
Decisions I make gotta move to the Franklins
So Past graduation I was never playing
Struggled and struggled, the hustle a bitch
Fuck a thousand a month I want that in a minute
Don't care about putting the ice on my wrist
That can happen when all of I'm dawgs can get go it
No dancing, no flossing, no fokes I ain't hittin
Get hungry for this then you'll start thinking different
Won't ask for Congress to give me assistance
Be damned if the politics fucks with my mission
Wavy wavy, I can feel the hatred
It's a lot of thinking cause they ain't gon say shit
Swayin' swayin', from the drugs I'm lacing
I don't Swangand bang, imma high speed chasin'
I'm on chill cause the weed amazing
When I cop a section, make the place go crazy
Money or moves I associate with
I know what I want I don't contemplate it
Still on wavy, take a few hits daily
But I still be active I am never lazy
No mumble rap, what the fuck you saying
Give truth and dick but they cannot take them
Mucho gusto with that pretty ting
But I'm not giving out a diamond ring
If anything cop habibi bling
Pass the hookah when I'm with the team
Tryna fly out from the H to the A
Then go to the Keys on a beautiful day
Then tryna go and smoke out in LA
Don't care about taking a hoe on a date
If you stay solid it's hard to be fake
Boss up your shit with whatever it takes
I Be damned if I let them tell me my fate
I'll prove all em wrong when I build that estate
Predict my future, but I'm not a Herald
One look at my name you would think I'm a Pharaoh
I'm signing that heat like my last name was Herro
I'm after the foreigns so keep the Camaros
Never could really afford any retros
At times I felt like I was scraping for pesos
Hispanic that shawty she begging for besos
I don't care for love, I'm just here for the sexo
Turn to the beast, lemme show out a savage
Won't kick out my bro if I see him surpassin
Some people are hoping that clout gonna last
Talking that shit cause you blew up too fast
I'm solid so even a million won't change
You gon see me still on the hustling thangs
Tryna put the whole team in a private plane
I'm going for first talking victory lane
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Writer(s): Ramzi Gonzales
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