(Chorus)

Get these b**** ass n***as off my wave hoe. X4

(Hook)

I sip up on my drank hoe. Get up on my wave bro. X2

When I pull up got that Draco, I ain’t got no time for lame hoes, I pull up in that Range Rove. Yeah I got my own road

(Verse)

They f*** with a n***a when I pop, number one album when it drops, so get off my wave I ain’t playin these games, I’m making my way on the way to the fame. Independent artist shit. You know that I started this. You ain’t riding my wave so you better f****** park it b****, I’m on my own shit so it’s time that I’m parting b****

(Chorus)

Get these B**** ass n***as off my wave hoe. X8

(Verse)

When I pull up mother f*****s you ain’t got nothin on me, I been to hell and back, now I’m steady making hella trees. 2pac at the shop, my pistol gon knock, I’m ready and loaded pull back and I cock. They want what I got, I’m hot and you not, making these moves with C9 and SDot. Ronny J on the track , blaze a J in the back, F*** these b**** n****s I ain’t coming back. Now take a step back and get off my shoes. Get off my wave cuz I don’t f*** with you. You gonna crash while I’m making this cash, you making that music but all of it’s trash. Your garbage, you can’t face the carnage, I’m smokin on garlic, and aiming at targets. You’re starving, I’m wearing this carbon, I harvest the artist that want to be me. Snake of a skin wrapped on my feet. Ferragamo belt , got a hundred on my wrist. I can not help when you acting like a b****. I’m on and I ball on you all. You can’t catch up cuz I’m watching you fall. You f***** this b**** but she don’t want you dawg. So get the f*** off my wave hoe

(Chorus)

Get these b**** ass n***as off my wave hoe. X4