Russy West
It's Mr. Wavy can't nobody top it
Tell them hoes to stop it
Put my card in and unlock it
Refrigerator fully stockin
I'm a boss
I can't really do the clock in
Workin round the clock
Like I ain't got an option
Better approach me with the caution
It's the champ
I still pull up for a private haircut
Shut the shop down
This edge up make them wanna square up
Put that glock down
Don't you go fuck around catch a case
With that Nina
Put that pot down
I'm bullshittin
You know I be smokin that reefer
Put your bread up
Invest into something with return
What I invest in
Is really none of your concern
Yeah she bounce it on me
Bring it back
She gave me a rack I told her relax
I'm burning the packs
I'm serving these tracks
You only get one time
I don't do rematch
In the mountains I ain't got no cell service
I was in the service
Shook out cause I had a different purpose
At the Walmart
Tipped the cashier just for the purchase
I'm a firm believer
Everything that happen you deserve it
On Jewetta journeys
Skate and hit the dash find me
Out in Vegas on the strip
Laughing with Mike P
I can't smoke the roach
Roll another one it burn my fingers
Rapper lookin like a singer
Hoes fight like we on Jerry springer
I had to press him to the maximum
Do a feature I'm taxin em
Mr. wavy keep bashin em
I got a lot of hoes but I gotta ration em
I Told her don't be negative
You actin like an antonym
I'm on this cannabis
Got me stuck like a mannequin
How you run a business
You ain't got no business acumen
She suck it like she vacuuming
I put it in her abdomen
Disrespect then drag em in
I got better things to do with my time now
Make a dollar every single time I rhyme now
All of a sudden yeah these hoes
Think I'm fine now
Go against the wave
You might as well commit a crime now
I feel like russy west
Attack the basket barely gotta dribble
I ain't never stopping early
Playin till I hear the whistle
New foreign takin off
Like I'm on hoppin on a missile
In the kitchen cooking up
Shit is poppin off the griddle
Why they curious
Asking me what's in my bank account
Just know I got a good cushion
Call it safe amount
Don't you call me bout the bitch
Keep it p don't be no simp
I'm at momma tosca market place
200 for this shrimp nigga
Tell them hoes to stop it
Put my card in and unlock it
Refrigerator fully stockin
I'm a boss
I can't really do the clock in
Workin round the clock
Like I ain't got an option
Better approach me with the caution
It's the champ
I still pull up for a private haircut
Shut the shop down
This edge up make them wanna square up
Put that glock down
Don't you go fuck around catch a case
With that Nina
Put that pot down
I'm bullshittin
You know I be smokin that reefer
Put your bread up
Invest into something with return
What I invest in
Is really none of your concern
Yeah she bounce it on me
Bring it back
She gave me a rack I told her relax
I'm burning the packs
I'm serving these tracks
You only get one time
I don't do rematch
In the mountains I ain't got no cell service
I was in the service
Shook out cause I had a different purpose
At the Walmart
Tipped the cashier just for the purchase
I'm a firm believer
Everything that happen you deserve it
On Jewetta journeys
Skate and hit the dash find me
Out in Vegas on the strip
Laughing with Mike P
I can't smoke the roach
Roll another one it burn my fingers
Rapper lookin like a singer
Hoes fight like we on Jerry springer
I had to press him to the maximum
Do a feature I'm taxin em
Mr. wavy keep bashin em
I got a lot of hoes but I gotta ration em
I Told her don't be negative
You actin like an antonym
I'm on this cannabis
Got me stuck like a mannequin
How you run a business
You ain't got no business acumen
She suck it like she vacuuming
I put it in her abdomen
Disrespect then drag em in
I got better things to do with my time now
Make a dollar every single time I rhyme now
All of a sudden yeah these hoes
Think I'm fine now
Go against the wave
You might as well commit a crime now
I feel like russy west
Attack the basket barely gotta dribble
I ain't never stopping early
Playin till I hear the whistle
New foreign takin off
Like I'm on hoppin on a missile
In the kitchen cooking up
Shit is poppin off the griddle
Why they curious
Asking me what's in my bank account
Just know I got a good cushion
Call it safe amount
Don't you call me bout the bitch
Keep it p don't be no simp
I'm at momma tosca market place
200 for this shrimp nigga
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Writer(s): Reginald Harvey, Reginald Wavy
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