Wave Time

[Intro]
C-c-coming for the next lane

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 1]
My niggas telling me to drop a mixtape
But I be on the strip, tryna get a quick change
Man, smoking on this cannabis
My broski stay strapped like a Cali spliff
I’m gettin' high in this stolen
You don’t know my line when we’re stuntin'
Nigga why you lie, you ain’t on
RIP Gully, yeah, my bro
I heard I had it all by my lonley
Niggas say they got me, yeah, they lie I don’t need 'em
Had to crop you out the picture cah you look Fugazi
Whole lotta smoke if you ever try to snake me

[Pre-Chorus]
All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case
All this Hennessy, got a nigga goin' crazy
Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady
Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking 'bout no flavours

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 2]
Like, tell a nigga "Take time"
Nah, we can’t be friends
Add a E-F to the BE, now I BEEF dem
I never had it so niggas get eaten
Hooyo on my case, always tryna make me see sense
Flip O’s, stack profit
Act broke, never bummy
Hate what I do but I be on the block gettin money
Rusholme raise me, supply in the main streets
Hardly wear Gucci cah there’s a bag of fake G’s
And if I hear you got that belly, get your tummy tucked
Luke a certi shooter, pepper beef, burner known to cook
I ain’t on this shooting shit, Walaalo be a marksmen
And you know we never missed a target

[Pre-Chorus]
All I need Is lacagg, ain’t tryna catch no case
All this Hennessy, got a nigga goin' crazy
Broski got that Habad just incase you're moving shady
Whole lotta smoke, I ain’t talking bout no flavours

[Chorus]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain’t been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia