Wavy Lil Keed

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Chorus]
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I'm having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl
Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I'm so (Wavy)
King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

[Verse 1]
Shit, I just fucked this ho, she couldn't even take it
Now she blowin' up my phone, that ho so crazy
XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it (Talk to 'em)
I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence
They keep leashes on they bitch, they know I said YSL be so player
Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yeah, keep that shit)
Everything Gucci, you dig? (Woo)
She wanna Gucci her heels
Yeah, she a modeling bitch
Lean in baby bottle
You would thought we was some toddlers and shit
I got some twos, a fews
Just for a swallowin' bitch
I need to own The Blaze (What?)
'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (Yeah)
Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey
Screamin' in that Lam' with a chop, ayy-ayy (Woo)
Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (Woo, woo)
Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay
Copped the Panamera for the rain, okay