[Verse 1 David Haze] Momma she keep bitching like this aint a fucking trap house, Raf Simmons, ripped jeans and my crew is blacked out Bought that bitch some Bape, that hoe dont know how to act now Baby Im a player and your man he is a mascot, pull off in a foreign and I just copped me some Jeremy Scott Baby this Supreme, I aint talking bout no pizza Bitch Im fucking up, I might tax you for a feature 3 cell phones and these bitches still cant reach ya Cuz these lines right here they are only for the business Got this bitch stretched out on my couch like she doing fitness Niggas steal my style boy they better run with it Im the ones thats wavy and they say Im hella lit Bitch Im in a jeep Im just swerving with the doors off Do you need these pills cuz Im tryna get these xans off Rolling with some killers they fuck round and knock ya mans off Know that i be saucing and these hoes asking for more sauce Niggas think they got the juice but really they just juice less Dissappear my top boy she asking where the roof went On some wavy shit Im smoking joints inside of Ruths crib Know that i be wavy baby end up on a cruise ship Shake and bake, Im Ricky Bobby, I cant fucking lose Looking at my pants these Balmains these aint no Trues She told me delete her number it wasnt even saved Yea it took a minute then they finally caught the wave Outro Yea it took a minute but they finally caught the wave x4
wavy, bitch, juice, balmains, dissappear