New Wave lyrics

by

Birdman


[Intro: Lil Duke & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
Lil Duke and Lil Uzi
Lil Uzi
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Get that work gone in a minute
They think I'm a magician
I'm preaching like a minister
In her mouth like a dentist
Whipping that work in the kitchen
I beat it so hard and I f*cked up my wrist
Walked right in the club and I threw a nick
Lil Duke and Lil Uzi f*cking on a n*gga b*tch (Woah, woah)
f*ck on these b*tches and leave 'em, I swear I don't need 'em
And I can't go nowhere without the heater
They love me in public like I'm with the Beatles
I do this sh*t for my people
We sip the lean, we don't drink on no beer
Get that ass fresh and I hop on the Lear
Trapper turned rapper the cap of the year
I'm banned from Lenox, I'm banned from perimeters
I can see you in my peripheral
Lil Duke and Lil Uzi, we rocking them shows
We f*cking them hoes and ain't cuffing 'em
And if she ain't hating, run into the table
I'ma leave that b*tch at home with Auntie Mae
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Please get out the way
b*tch, we that new wave
Selling shows out of state
Bad b*tches never stay
They f*ck with the real, don't f*ck with no fake
Talk behind your back, come right in your face
How you gon' feel with that doubt in your face?
Chopper blow a n*gga right out his J's
Better eat your veggies, I gotta case
We tote them extendos, you n*ggas tote mace
You talking that sh*t, boy, don't come to the A
Duke, we are known from the A to LA

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, look at my necklace, I swear that I'm n*gga rich
Ayy, give me that work, I swear that I'll be flippin it
Yeah, got b*tches on b*tches and all of them know
Choppers on choppers as tall as my ho
Countin' this money, that's all in a roll
Look at my diamonds, damn
Wetting and laying on top of her coochie
Look at that b*tch, ayy
All in my bed and I play with her coochie
Look at these choppers, ayy
Clip in that b*tch it's as long as ruler
Smoking that gas like that b*tch is a loosie
Swerving the coupe with three b*tches, that's two seats
Ayy, wait, that b*tch she just be blowin' my di*k like a flute
All of my b*tches, they loose, ayy
All of my coupes got no roof, ayy
All of my diamonds, they perfect, ayy
None of my diamonds got flukes, ayy
I swear it's me and Lil Duke, ayy
Yeah, got your b*tch all off the boot, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Please get out the way
b*tch, we that new wave
Selling shows out of state
Bad b*tches never stay
They f*ck with the real, don't f*ck with no fake
Talk behind your back, come right in your face
How you gon' feel with that doubt in your face?
Chopper blow a n*gga right out his J's
Better eat your veggies, I gotta case
We tote them extendos, you n*ggas tote mace
You talking that sh*t, boy, don't come to the A
Duke, we are known from the A to LA

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Damn, all these diamonds on my hand
Yeah, I just be high off the xan, ayy
Ayy, I met that b*tch off the 'Gram, yeah
Yeah, I f*cked that b*tch off the 'Gram, yeah
Yeah, Balmains, that's all on my pants, yeah
Yeah, your b*tch on my di*k she dance
Yeah, talkin' that sh*t you get fanned
Yeah, rock out like I'm in a band

[Verse 4: Lil Duke]
Crackin' down Mason Margielas
I whip the new Benz up and dealt with the extras
Don't do the Giuseppe's, I might do Buscemi
Bad b*tches with me, in they bikinis
Lil Duke and Lil Uzi, them b*tches be fiending
These n*ggas be plotting, these n*ggas be scheming
I'ma lay up, way up feel me
And I earn my stripes, just like Adidas
Kicking that sh*t just like Fifa
Rolling that backwood stuffing the reefer
I told you before I do it for my people
And I like black and white b*tches like zebras
We them new young n*ggas, but we some leaders
Ain't none these b*tches, these b*tches deceiving
Dodgin that traffic, you know we in foreigns
Y'all n*ggas boring, I'm finna go touring
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Please get out the way
b*tch, we that new wave
Selling shows out of state
Bad b*tches never stay
They f*ck with the real, don't f*ck with no fake
Talk behind your back, come right in your face
How you gon' feel with that doubt in your face?
Chopper blow a n*gga right out his J's
Better eat your veggies, I gotta case
We tote them extendos, you n*ggas tote mace
You talking that sh*t, boy, don't come to the A
Duke, we are known from the A to LA
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