wavehi - blurry! lyrics
[intro: sadfriendd]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, wait
bowsy
one more sh+t (ayy) she hold on my d+ck (yuh)
your b+tch (ayy) on me, yeah, all on my d+ck (yuh)
your b+tch (ayy) suck, she tug on my stick (ayy)
she open her mouth (what?), she suck on my d+ck (okay)
[verse 1: wavehi]
she throw a fit, but can’t choose one
how the f+ck you gon’ trip if you ain’t doing nothin’?
keep a mac on my hip, i might boot it up
she said, “wave, you the sh+t, will you toot it up?”
linin’ up the target, knock ’em over like a sippy cup
sittin’ in a fisker, i don’t shift it, i don’t gas it up
i could hit your sister then i pass it like i lit the blunt
smoking on a pack ’cause them twins like double dutch
boy, your sh+t nast like some motherf+cking sack lunch
pullin’ out the mac, no motherf+cking pack punch
you could catch static, motherf+cker, make me act up
’cause i been making bands, now a motherf+cker racked up
[verse 2: sadfriendd & wavehi]
i slide with that chopper, get clappin’ (ayy)
shorty gon’ be (yeah) double ass throwing it back up (what?)
she put it down
i pick it back up
officer down (yeah)
he needed backup (b+tch)
he think he cool
sh+sh+shut the f+ck up (okay)
i got that gun on me (okay), he gon’ get f+cked up (okay)
i got a blade on me (what?), getting cut up (what?)
bullet gon’ (what?) swat a boy like a nunchuck (okay)
[verse 3: wavehi]
two nunchucks, but i do not give two f+cks (f+cks)
he was talkin’ sh+t, but i knew that it’s just the hoopla
dude, what?
why you always saying too much?
shut the f+ck up or you gettin’ swept like a roomba (swept)
i ain’t really ’bout the talking, i just wanna get it poppin’ (get it poppin’)
and i only switched to rappin’ ’cause i ran up out of options
and i started with the product, so i guess that there ain’t stoppin’ it
ben j, been k, yeah, they really jockin’ it
first ten months, yeah, i started a hockey stick
know that you on when they off when you droppin’ sh+t
liquid hydrogen, shorty, sit up un the rocket ship
counting so much green that it’s sucking up the oxygen
yeah, i racked up, so i been fair weather
and my old team changed, but i think i fare better
you could sing a sad song or go write love letters
but, for me, i’ma stick to the bag, mayweather
[verse 4: sadfriendd]
glock on my side, that n+gga talkin’, he gon’ die (okay)
and i’m up in the sky (yeah), just like a pelican, i’m fly (okay)
and a bullet on sight, i put it right between his eyes (yuh)
and he think we all nice (yuh) because my n+gga finna slide (what?)
i’m ballin’, i’m ballin’, i’m shooting like curry (uh)
juugin’ a pack, i get that in a hurry (uh)
flashbang wrist, make her vision go blurry (uh)
heard he a p+ssy (uh), so i am not worried (yeah, yeah)
that b+tch suckin’ me up like she kirby (uh)
i got a b+tch, bad, curvy
wait, let me switch up
p+ssy n+gga b+tched up
hollow tips hit on that boy when they get up (what?)
bullets, they burn up his core like a sit+up
i got that pack in the bag that you zip up
feel like a cop the way i hold the stick up
call him a candle the way he get lit up
[verse 5: wavehi]
lit up
you get bust from your fit to your lip up
empty your pockets like, boy, this a stick up
i’m a top shotter, and you just a bricker
how i make a squad of two a milita?
this and goodbye, shorty blowing me kisses
get to my bag, and i stick to my business (business)
you ain’t worth the hits if you weren’t with the misses (miss)
those words on my phone, yeah, i read like who is this?
[outro: wavehi]
bowsy
wait, what’s your name, again? oh, okay
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