Rave
Yeah yeah
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
I was thinking about the fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Hopped out the whip, I'm ready
Glock on me kind of heavy
I'm with my dogs like ed edd n eddy
The way that these bitches chasing us already
They trying to come bounce on the dick like a betty
I'm smoking on Purp with a Pump in my hand, lets get it
I keep falling in love with the baddest bitches
The way that they moving is mad suspicious
And I'm with my dogs, when they mad they get vicious
A lot on my plate, what I had was delicious
Wake up and smoke on some gas
I'm high as them boys that ain't make it back home from the mission
You better get in your bag
Play with the mafia you might just sleep with the fishes
Yeah yeah
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
I can fit a lot of cash in these brand new Balenciaga Ravers
And you know that ain't shit sweet
Except this honey berry wood flavor
Before she fuck with me she got to sign a NDA
And a waiver
That bitch probably got some dirt from her past, fuck I look like saving her
And I still probably got some karma to face so I keep my space
Young money all in the whip and a couple of dracs
And a couple of niggas ready to catch that case for me
Little bitch I'm the prize you see in my eyes, I know that you waiting for me
I'm ready to fly I'm high in the sky, better stay in your lane dummy
Yeah yeah
I just left Houston
I just left earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a Church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
I was thinking about the fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Hopped out the whip, I'm ready
Glock on me kind of heavy
I'm with my dogs like ed edd n eddy
The way that these bitches chasing us already
They trying to come bounce on the dick like a betty
I'm smoking on Purp with a Pump in my hand, lets get it
I keep falling in love with the baddest bitches
The way that they moving is mad suspicious
And I'm with my dogs, when they mad they get vicious
A lot on my plate, what I had was delicious
Wake up and smoke on some gas
I'm high as them boys that ain't make it back home from the mission
You better get in your bag
Play with the mafia you might just sleep with the fishes
Yeah yeah
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
I can fit a lot of cash in these brand new Balenciaga Ravers
And you know that ain't shit sweet
Except this honey berry wood flavor
Before she fuck with me she got to sign a NDA
And a waiver
That bitch probably got some dirt from her past, fuck I look like saving her
And I still probably got some karma to face so I keep my space
Young money all in the whip and a couple of dracs
And a couple of niggas ready to catch that case for me
Little bitch I'm the prize you see in my eyes, I know that you waiting for me
I'm ready to fly I'm high in the sky, better stay in your lane dummy
Yeah yeah
I just left Houston
I just left earth
I don't even feel comfortable in a Church
Cause I got a curse
So I'm getting higher than all the niggas that was left up in a hearse
Hopped out the whip and skrrt
Fully auto and a burst
Nigga talking all that crazy shit
He won't pull up to my turf
Hopped on the board and surf
No you can't hop this wave
I was at the Center Stage
Last show looked like a rave
Credits
Writer(s): Flexstar Cinco
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