歌詞

Yeah Yeah J.V VSN Yeah I'm Wavy but still counting cash Neck froze in the dark make it flash Trae Young with the drip make it splash Suicide with the engine in the back When I walk in the room my ego gleaming Toxic as fuck but my ego still leaning Still a demon and my homie's still scheming Ain't give them time and they know what I'm meaning Yeah Gucci glasses for my shades Running the yard like Spades Used to care about a grade Now they grade and I'm paid I'm hearing a pop (I witness a flash) I'm fearing you not (I'm getting it bagged) Got higher and fell this time I'm unfazed Conspire to sell I'm blind in a maze Holding it down (While throwing it up) They hear my sound (Wild pouring it up) Tote it around (They know it's tucked) Smoking allowed (Roll that shit up) I'm filling my page 70 Book Ain't willing to change from addict to crook I'm still in a cage the kitchen I cook No villain I'm sage Magic with the hook I'm Wavy but still counting cash Neck froze in the dark make it flash Trae Young with the drip make it splash Suicide with the engine in the back I'm Wavy but still counting cash Neck froze in the dark make it flash Trae Young with the drip make it splash Suicide with the engine in the back Big Things Big racks Contracts All max Shawty chill step back New rolls all white Straight 6 all pipe Credit card we swipe swipe Shooters be on sight Talkin' shit, Fight Night I told you I'm never gon stop Suicide doors with the engine in the back No keys gold teeth penthouse no suite Lamborghini tinted put the pedal to ground Here for the crown Militant with it I'm all on my grind No toxic relations occasionally ignant If shawty a baddie just know that she mine I tell you like this I'm not with the shits Perfecting my pen I'm just tryna get rich You call her your chick but she up in my crib Got talent hit note after note soundin' pitch perfect I peep all the shit that you said (Reddit) I'm not with the fake love you give (Dead it) If you ain't bout business can't sit at this table We lit everyday cause accounts looking stable If we celebrating with some shots I'mma need someone to call us a doctor Cause we gettin' dub after dub That means shot after shot Toast to our wins every quarter I'm turning my haters to lovers Impress everyone and they momma Ahead of the game just like follow the leader Plaque after plaque cause we did all the numbers We wavy like fuck it this summer is ours I'm Wavy but still counting cash Neck froze in the dark make it flash Trae Young with the drip make it splash Suicide with the engine in the back
Writer(s): João Nóbrega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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