Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LacedByStace
Songwriter
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter
Stacey Tyrell Miller Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LacedByStace
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dae, that's like my nephew, man, I love him to death
Ray, that's my ****, we like Smokey and Craig
I'm glad that's yo' **** and you love him to death
Stand closer to that **** when I'm bustin' the TEC
It's crazy I'ma still hope for the best
No matter how many **** want me to fail
Veeze Lil Uzi, all my homies is dead
I say fuck my problems when I open the seal
Tat Oink Boyz so I know that it's real
She said she got a ****, but don't want me to tell
I want you to fuck on me and fuck on my mans
I want P to go on the run, say fuck the feds
Pussy-ass **** get no love like Los said
I'm going slow, she think I'm makin' love, but I'm on meds
These **** silly illy on they skin, I can smell
Like I'm from Philly, when a pack come in, I break a bale
Like Curry with the 30, I'll make a **** fall
Hard work pays off, ****, I'ma whip the soft
Yeah, I know who killed yo' homie, but it's never gettin' solved
I can see me gettin' the chair 'cause I ain't a snitch at all
Me and Yodie back to back with Sosa, we in foreign cars
You can talk, but can't back it up, I call yo' ass Lavar
You got hate up in your heart, ****, that's your biggest flaw
I can tell your bitch wanna fuck like I got crystal ball
[Chorus]
****, long live the Navy
****
Long live the—
Long, long long live the—
Long live the
Wavy
Written by: LacedByStace, karon malcolm vantrees

