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[Intro: Sadfriendd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, wait
Bowsy
One more shit (Ayy) she hold on my dick (Yuh)
Your bitch (Ayy) on me, yeah, all on my dick (Yuh)
Your bitch (Ayy) suck, she tug on my stick (Ayy)
She open her mouth (What?), she suck on my dick (Okay)

[Verse 1: Wavehi]
She throw a fit, but can't choose one
How the fuck you gon' trip if you ain't doing nothin'?
Keep a MAC on my hip, I might boot it up
She said, "Wave, you the shit, will you toot it up?"
Linin' up the target, knock 'em over like a sippy cup
Sittin' in a Fisker, I don't shift it, I don't gas it up
I could hit your sister then I pass it like I lit the blunt
Smoking on a pack 'cause them twins like double dutch
Boy, your shit nast like some motherfucking sack lunch
Pullin' out the MAC, no motherfucking pack punch
You could catch static, motherfucker, make me act up
'Cause I been making bands, now a motherfucker racked up

[Verse 2: Sadfriendd & Wavehi]
I slide with that chopper, get clappin' (Ayy)
Shorty gon' be (Yeah) double ass throwing it back up (What?)
She put it down
I pick it back up
Officer down (Yeah)
He needed backup (Bitch)
He think he cool
Sh-Sh-Shut the fuck up (Okay)
I got that gun on me (Okay), he gon' get fucked up (Okay)
I got a blade on me (What?), getting cut up (What?)
Bullet gon' (What?) swat a boy like a nunchuck (Okay)

[Verse 3: Wavehi]
Two nunchucks, but I do not give two fucks (Fucks)
He was talkin' shit, but I knew that it's just the hoopla
Dude, what?
Why you always saying too much?
Shut the fuck up or you gettin' swept like a roomba (Swept)
I ain't really 'bout the talking, I just wanna get it poppin' (Get it poppin')
And I only switched to rappin' 'cause I ran up out of options
And I started with the product, so I guess that there ain't stoppin' it
Ben J, been K, yeah, they really jockin' it
First ten months, yeah, I started a hockey stick
Know that you on when they off when you droppin' shit
Liquid hydrogen, shorty, sit up un the rocket ship
Counting so much green that it's sucking up the oxygen
Yeah, I racked up, so I been fair weather
And my old team changed, but I think I fare better
You could sing a sad song or go write love letters
But, for me, I'ma stick to the bag, Mayweather

[Verse 4: Sadfriendd]
Glock on my side, that nigga talkin', he gon' die (Okay)
And I'm up in the sky (Yeah), just like a pelican, I'm fly (Okay)
And a bullet on sight, I put it right between his eyes (Yuh)
And he think we all nice (Yuh) because my nigga finna slide (What?)
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm shooting like Curry (Uh)
Juugin' a pack, I get that in a hurry (Uh)
Flashbang wrist, make her vision go blurry (Uh)
Heard he a pussy (Uh), so I am not worried (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch suckin' me up like she Kirby (Uh)
I got a bitch, bad, curvy
Wait, let me switch up
Pussy nigga bitched up
Hollow tips hit on that boy when they get up (What?)
Bullets, they burn up his core like a sit-up
I got that pack in the bag that you zip up
Feel like a cop the way I hold the stick up
Call him a candle the way he get lit up

[Verse 5: Wavehi]
Lit up
You get bust from your fit to your lip up
Empty your pockets like, boy, this a stick up
I'm a top shotter, and you just a bricker
How I make a squad of two a milita?
This and goodbye, shorty blowing me kisses
Get to my bag, and I stick to my business (Business)
You ain't worth the hits if you weren't with the misses (Miss)
Those words on my phone, yeah, I read like who is this?

[Outro: Wavehi]
Bowsy
Wait, what's your name, again? Oh, okay