Wave Cap
Bitches got no aim when they shoot, They just up the tool
Fuck around hit the wrong coupe like a damn fool
Sipping on this goddamn Jamba Juice, With my .32
Call my .32 Shaq O'Neal cause that bitch boom
Lil bitch she a Nuisance uh
Riding through my hood lil bitch I'm Barely cruising uh
N try to tuck they chain I take they dullah uh
And we got Clips long as long as a fucking Ruler Huh
We keep them Rugers tucked
Bitches out here giving blowjobs for a nose job
With that fucking nose ring she look like Tupac
I can't even cuff no hoes right now, I'm too locked
Spin the shit twice, leave ya Block hot
Okay
Y'all done got me started
You know My push to start dont work my coupe retarded
Smelling all this fucking gas, smell like a n farted
If you anyone they know my shit the hardest
He ain't want no wooden box, put em in a urn
Smoke em with the herbs
That shit calm my nerves
Aye, brand new whip I'm swerving
In and out them lanes like Irving
Got my head wrapped like a fucking turban
Bitches tryna steady unnerve me
Bitch I Shoot like Book
N I can get yo bitch took, Bitch you still a rook
N I'm a big dog, N you still a pup to me
N you look up to me, N you can't fuck with me (Aye)
Damn that a 16
We 6 got beams
Oh you think that's yo bitch
She play for 6 teams
She want 6 rings, She want big things
I ain't talking about no jewelry but these VVS
Fucking up the human race
In these human races
Can't wait for the fucking day that I meet a racist
N Can't stay patient
Steady paper chasing
N trying to do me foul like a flagrant
Whole time a n can't be complacent
30 Cars up in this garage, N it's outrageous
N only whip it if it's black like I'm racist
N I just told that bitch stop fucking playing
Aye
Bitches got no aim when they shoot, They just up the tool
Fuck around hit the wrong coupe like a damn fool
Sipping on this goddamn Jamba Juice, With my .32
Call my .32 Shaq O'Neal Cause that bitch boom
Lil bitch she a Nuisance uh
Riding through my hood lil bitch I'm Barely cruising uh
N try to tuck they chain I take they dullah uh
And we got Clips long as long as a fucking Ruler Huh
We keep them Rugers tucked
I can't let no n play me
We gonna blitz the door got guns them bitches from the Navy
Used to rock Roc-A-Wear came from Old Navy
Now we rocking Dior shorts paper getting crazy (Outta hand)
Got a bad little bitch heh Rockabye Baby
Keep my Gunna like Baby
Still going to pop out stunting but I'm not from Vegas
Paper Chasin daily
Money spread like bagel, Got it on lock I feel like I'm Kurt Angle
Look at my chains, These bitches they dangle
White bitch she look like Tangled, Rapunzel
Leave a n puzzled
6 Feet under, now they wonder where the shots came from sound like thunder
But it ain't Russell, ok we don't tussle
This ain't Royal Rumble
You get hit, your soul get fumbled
Bag so big I call this bitch a duffel
Stack my chips like Ruffles
Watch your step cause white ones you can't scale from
Pulled up dripped like a puddle
Got the muscle like the whole damn huddle
Flexing
Brand new Smith and Wesson, that's my lethal weapon
N fuck with me gone guarantee you gonna need a blessing
We gonna split your melon, send yo ass to Heaven
Fuck around hit the wrong coupe like a damn fool
Sipping on this goddamn Jamba Juice, With my .32
Call my .32 Shaq O'Neal cause that bitch boom
Lil bitch she a Nuisance uh
Riding through my hood lil bitch I'm Barely cruising uh
N try to tuck they chain I take they dullah uh
And we got Clips long as long as a fucking Ruler Huh
We keep them Rugers tucked
Bitches out here giving blowjobs for a nose job
With that fucking nose ring she look like Tupac
I can't even cuff no hoes right now, I'm too locked
Spin the shit twice, leave ya Block hot
Okay
Y'all done got me started
You know My push to start dont work my coupe retarded
Smelling all this fucking gas, smell like a n farted
If you anyone they know my shit the hardest
He ain't want no wooden box, put em in a urn
Smoke em with the herbs
That shit calm my nerves
Aye, brand new whip I'm swerving
In and out them lanes like Irving
Got my head wrapped like a fucking turban
Bitches tryna steady unnerve me
Bitch I Shoot like Book
N I can get yo bitch took, Bitch you still a rook
N I'm a big dog, N you still a pup to me
N you look up to me, N you can't fuck with me (Aye)
Damn that a 16
We 6 got beams
Oh you think that's yo bitch
She play for 6 teams
She want 6 rings, She want big things
I ain't talking about no jewelry but these VVS
Fucking up the human race
In these human races
Can't wait for the fucking day that I meet a racist
N Can't stay patient
Steady paper chasing
N trying to do me foul like a flagrant
Whole time a n can't be complacent
30 Cars up in this garage, N it's outrageous
N only whip it if it's black like I'm racist
N I just told that bitch stop fucking playing
Aye
Bitches got no aim when they shoot, They just up the tool
Fuck around hit the wrong coupe like a damn fool
Sipping on this goddamn Jamba Juice, With my .32
Call my .32 Shaq O'Neal Cause that bitch boom
Lil bitch she a Nuisance uh
Riding through my hood lil bitch I'm Barely cruising uh
N try to tuck they chain I take they dullah uh
And we got Clips long as long as a fucking Ruler Huh
We keep them Rugers tucked
I can't let no n play me
We gonna blitz the door got guns them bitches from the Navy
Used to rock Roc-A-Wear came from Old Navy
Now we rocking Dior shorts paper getting crazy (Outta hand)
Got a bad little bitch heh Rockabye Baby
Keep my Gunna like Baby
Still going to pop out stunting but I'm not from Vegas
Paper Chasin daily
Money spread like bagel, Got it on lock I feel like I'm Kurt Angle
Look at my chains, These bitches they dangle
White bitch she look like Tangled, Rapunzel
Leave a n puzzled
6 Feet under, now they wonder where the shots came from sound like thunder
But it ain't Russell, ok we don't tussle
This ain't Royal Rumble
You get hit, your soul get fumbled
Bag so big I call this bitch a duffel
Stack my chips like Ruffles
Watch your step cause white ones you can't scale from
Pulled up dripped like a puddle
Got the muscle like the whole damn huddle
Flexing
Brand new Smith and Wesson, that's my lethal weapon
N fuck with me gone guarantee you gonna need a blessing
We gonna split your melon, send yo ass to Heaven
Credits
Writer(s): Mychal Mcintyre
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