Wavy*

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
Wait, like
Gllah-gllah, woo, nigga
Huh (Stay [?]), wait
Whole lotta, whole lotta Woo
Wait, like
Look, like

[Chorus: Quelly Woo & Fr33Banditr]
All this pain, time ain't healin' that shit
In the hood gotta walk with my grip
Glockiana right right on my hip
Glockiana right right on my waist
Got a baddie mov-movin' her hip
Got a baddie, she movin' her waist
The hood too hot, always duckin' the jakes
Hit from the back, I'ma pull on her lace
Damn, like, baby, like
You be drivin' me crazy, like
Wavy, like, like
I pop a–, uh, got me feelin' wavy (Like), gllah

[Verse 1: Fr33Bandit]
Like, bro, how you smokin' my deads?
Last opp got popped, took one in the head
Don't run, put the beam to his legs
If he mention my name, spin his block on the [?]
In the Floss, know that I'm sanctioned
Clip hold a hundred like [?]
[?] smoke, bro up it, flame him
Bro got a broom, he ain't talkin' no maintenance but
Kill the opps, they don't get back
Speakin' on drills, but these niggas ain't did that
If your energy off, I could feel that
Love fake, tryna find where the real at
Goin' through [?], takin' drugs tryna heal that

[Verse 2: Quelly Woo]
Said he want beef, I'm like, "Where is the grill at?"
'Member nights I was hungry like–, uh
I was hungry like, "Where is my meal at?"
Boy, where you goin'?
I see a dizzy, I'm throwin'
[?] my spliff, that's when I'm rollin', like
Lotta pain, it's hard to hold it
I gotta TP, I cannot show it
I pop a–, uh, jus-just to focus
I pour a four, try to cope with it
Cuz see a opp, he scopin' it
She throw it back and forth like ping-pong
I catch [?] in his bed like ding-dong
Sh-She a MILF, don't got her ring on
Asian [?] we call him ching chong
Tuccer outside, he got his bling on
That mean that he got the bing wit' the beam on
Outside we get rowdy wit' the [?]
Outside we get rowdy wit' the [?]
Damn, wait
[?] heal, I don't believe that
Long live all of my loved ones
Look at me now, wish you could see that
Damn, wait
[?] heal, I don't believe that, like
Long live all of the guys
Look at us now, wish you could see that, like
Damn, wait
They say [?] and you gon' be straight
Nah, nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep all of my pain
I'ma let that shit go when I up it and flame

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
All this pain, time ain't healin' that shit
In the hood gotta walk with my grip
Glockiana right right on my hip
Glockiana right right on my waist
Got a baddie mov-movin' her hip
Got a baddie, she movin' her waist
The hood too hot, always duckin' the jakes
Hit from the back, I'ma pull on her lace
Damn, like, baby, like
You be drivin' me crazy, like
Wavy, like, like
I pop a–, uh, got me feelin' wavy, gllah