Wave Time

C-c-coming from the next lane Death 'round the corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I lost my niggas since then I ain't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I tell my lil' nigga I ain't no preacher Before these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks I free my niggas that all of the police took I'm smokin' a flavours, non of that amnesia My niggas tellin' me to drop a mixtape But I be on the street, tryina get a quick chain Yeah smoking on this cannabis My bro he stay strapped like a Cali' spliff I'm gettin' high, gettin' stoned You don't know my life or my story Nigga why you lie you ain't on RIP Gully yeah my bro he I heard that I did up on my lonie Niggas said they got me yeah they lied I don't need 'em Had to crop you out the picture 'cause you look fugazy Whole lotta smoke if he ever try to snake me All I need is lag I ain't tryna catch no cases All this Hennessy got a nigga goin' crazy Broski got the hammer just in case they moving shady Whole lotta smoke I ain't talking 'bout no flavours Death 'round the corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I lost my niggas since then I haven't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I tell my lil' nigga I ain't no preacher Before these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks I free my niggas that all of the police took I smokin' flavours, non of that amnesia Like tell a nigga take time now we can't be friends Added E-F to the B now I beef them I never had it so niggas gettin' eaten Heard you on my case so it's tryna make me sea sick Aye, flipped out the apartment I roll another blunt Tell you what I do I be on the block gettin' money Rush home, raid me, supply in the mainstream Bale' wear, Gucci card, just a bag of fake jeans And if I hear you got that belly get your tummy tucked Luger say she'll pepper beef better know how to cook I ain't on this shootin' shit will line up B a Marksman And you know we never missed a target All I need is lag I ain't tryna catch no cases All this Hennessy got a nigga goin' crazy Broski got the hammer just in case they moving shady Whole lotta smoke and I ain't talking 'bout no flavours Death 'round the corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I lot my niggas since then I haven't been sleep much But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I tell my lil' nigga I ain't no preacher Before these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks I free my niggas that all of the police took I'm smokin' flavours, non of that amnesia