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Waymo
20
Hip-Hop/Rap
Waymo è stato pubblicato il 16 gennaio 2026 da Better Temperatures come parte dell'album Serotonin
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Data di uscita16 gennaio 2026
EtichettaBetter Temperatures
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM127

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigBabyGucci
BigBabyGucci
Performer
Fish
Fish
12-String Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Haley
James Haley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fish
Fish
Assistant Producer

Testi

Oh, shit, oh
Uh, oh, oh-oh
Fuck the fun, if my mind can't stay in tact
Fuck these hoes and do some drugs, fuck that, I'm gon' get these racks
Almost wrote yo' name in blood
Broke her heart, now she fuck studs
I'm sendin' signals from above
Laugh at them outside the club
You can't even get in 'cause your aura broke
I'm all alone, these hoes is pretty, but they boring, though
It's crazy 'cause these bitches lost, but they still goin'. though
Don't even know where the fuck they goin', they goin', though
And I just cashed out on a Chevy, fuck that foreign, bro
Blew a box like Peewee Long
Blew a street-high with no dose
PJ jet, can't see my folks
Freaky bitch talkin' through yo' phone
One-percent, you can't see my phone
Ten-percent, you can't see my face
It's a satellite, the feds still can't trace
At first, I'm a nice guy when you get to me
You got one try 'til your head gone and your shoulders right where your knees be
I got bitches really wanna please me
I got Benjy's and I got some VV's
Got some choppers shootin', make him Z-Z
Then we flyin' off and to the next beach, to the next week
Steak and eggs all summer
Bottles on the ground, did I make mistakes last night, do I gotta wonder?
Fire sale but I ain't selling lumber
Suicide, your diamonds cuttin' corners
How I fuck but I ain't get her number?
I was tryna find me a runner
Ecstasy and Perc' inside the blunt-a
Thick as fuck but I still use a condom
It get colder, turn into iguanas
I'm just tryna make the money funnel
Swear they always want you to be humble
I get from the block, I'm out in London
Spend five-hundred, I was on a luncheon
What I got, I gotta pray for
When I want that shit, I go and take four
L.A. baby, seein' what it shake for
Told her suck me up inside this Waymo
Way gone, way, way gone
From the lil' boy that used to run away
Everywhere, man, I couldn't go
Used to tell me that I couldn't say, "Fuck 'em all"
Prolly hit my phone and brush 'em off
Might put 'em on, just to cut 'em off
You ain't got it, don't ask what it cost
Really got to want your chance to ball
'Cause you're not like this
I ain't gotta write this shit
I just gotta right my wrongs
And I ain't even did that yet, ha-ha
Now that's some shit, twin
Pass me that lighter
We smokin' through the pain
Written by: James Haley
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