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[Intro: Sadfriendd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, wait
Bowsy
One more sh*t (Ayy) she hold on my di*k (Yuh)
Your b*tch (Ayy) on me, yeah, all on my di*k (Yuh)
Your b*tch (Ayy) suck, she tug on my stick (Ayy)
She open her mouth (What?), she suck on my di*k (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 pus*y (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
pus*y 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