WavyyRum
Get that thang hot like a iron is
Speak on my name and it's bound to get violent
We came from the bottom now we all on top ain't no wishing we want it we buyin it
Just bought a new tesla i can get head from yo bitch i ain't gotta drive it
She all on my dick and she fuck wit me tough
Cuz she claimin she like how my style is
I'm the man in my city i done put on
And i pass to my bro like a football
I ain't neva been tricked by a bitch only thang she got out of me was a foot long
Can't wait till i'm rich so i can take care of my moms and i put the whole hood on
Neva chasin a bitch and stackin my chips nigga already know what i be on
Huh wait you know i go hard in the paint
Who want that smoke i got that smoke blow it all in a nigga face
Turn em to a ghost then have a toast gotta meet my bitch at 8
It's gon be a problem with ya momma if you make me late
I'm goin for the gusto young niggas cutthroat we don't give a fuck tho
We get in right where we fit in
Chasing that chicken the mission
Fuck is you kiddin look you been bricking on that
Put back where the fuck they do that
Nigga get yo whole crew wacked
Slidin dolo with the 40 bitch i'm john wick
Or wavyy wick don't play wit him gon get yo body flipped
I got that gas who need that gas i be supplying it
You might get turnt into a pack of you keep trying it
Maaan these niggas cap'n in they rappin i ain't buyin it
I'm on fire and you niggas not lit not even a little bit
You talkin to the captain in this bitch and i ain't jumpin ship
Ya homie out here talkin bout the lick ima plead the 5th
Maaan that's my brotha man my nigga rummer man play with him play with me
Cutthroat no legs shots bitch that's my energy
I ain't neva wavin no flag bitch ain't no referee
I ain't neva ran from no nigga can't put no fear in me
I'm on that
I can't lack cuz ain't no coming back
I gotta make it home to my novi so i keep a strap
Who fuckin with me
Steppin on niggas bitch ima hit my griddy
Oouu she pretty thick little chocolate bitch come and pop that kitty
Look aye
She hold pole when she riding with me
Look aye
I'm on go if it's lookin mickey
Shit get tricky i get to poppin with that blicky blicky
It get to clickin man my shit is empty
Rum
Speak on my name and it's bound to get violent
We came from the bottom now we all on top ain't no wishing we want it we buyin it
Just bought a new tesla i can get head from yo bitch i ain't gotta drive it
She all on my dick and she fuck wit me tough
Cuz she claimin she like how my style is
I'm the man in my city i done put on
And i pass to my bro like a football
I ain't neva been tricked by a bitch only thang she got out of me was a foot long
Can't wait till i'm rich so i can take care of my moms and i put the whole hood on
Neva chasin a bitch and stackin my chips nigga already know what i be on
Huh wait you know i go hard in the paint
Who want that smoke i got that smoke blow it all in a nigga face
Turn em to a ghost then have a toast gotta meet my bitch at 8
It's gon be a problem with ya momma if you make me late
I'm goin for the gusto young niggas cutthroat we don't give a fuck tho
We get in right where we fit in
Chasing that chicken the mission
Fuck is you kiddin look you been bricking on that
Put back where the fuck they do that
Nigga get yo whole crew wacked
Slidin dolo with the 40 bitch i'm john wick
Or wavyy wick don't play wit him gon get yo body flipped
I got that gas who need that gas i be supplying it
You might get turnt into a pack of you keep trying it
Maaan these niggas cap'n in they rappin i ain't buyin it
I'm on fire and you niggas not lit not even a little bit
You talkin to the captain in this bitch and i ain't jumpin ship
Ya homie out here talkin bout the lick ima plead the 5th
Maaan that's my brotha man my nigga rummer man play with him play with me
Cutthroat no legs shots bitch that's my energy
I ain't neva wavin no flag bitch ain't no referee
I ain't neva ran from no nigga can't put no fear in me
I'm on that
I can't lack cuz ain't no coming back
I gotta make it home to my novi so i keep a strap
Who fuckin with me
Steppin on niggas bitch ima hit my griddy
Oouu she pretty thick little chocolate bitch come and pop that kitty
Look aye
She hold pole when she riding with me
Look aye
I'm on go if it's lookin mickey
Shit get tricky i get to poppin with that blicky blicky
It get to clickin man my shit is empty
Rum
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Writer(s): Cedric Turner
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