New Wave

[Verse 1: Young Thug] Went straight from trappin' and rappin' to gangbangin' and clappin' I catch 'em laughin' and kidnapped 'em, no one know what happened Learned from my dad to stack them racks and don't ever subtract them Mommy say, "Money, your baby momma, don't ever detach 'em" Writin' a book on all you lil' bastards, y'all niggas are characters She wanna roll, I'ma take her to NASA Young nigga livin' relentless I came off dirty foods, I ate off dirty dishes Ridin' 'round with a motherfuckin' pistol Young nigga get high as a ceiling And I heard she from the projects Got grown and I kinda miss her She wanna suck me 'til I freeze like a 'cicle We come to make a deal like a pickle Hickory Dickory Dock Thats how the K sound when I come through and riddle [Chorus: Supa King] Still Versaces on the frame Double G's on the belt In the summer make 'em freeze In the winter make 'em melt Cross that line, don't you dare Big old diamonds, don't you stare New wave in the air New wave in the air I feel a new wave in the air If you ain't talkin' 'bout paper I don't care I don't care, nah [Verse 2: Supa King] Alabama, heavyweight One time for the Southside So fresh, so clean Got your baby mama mouth wide Call me Bossman Pope One call, the whole house die Pretty bitch and she everything Thick like Kandi off of Housewives What you know about that, nigga? Hustle hard for the scraps, nigga Plus you still love a fat nigga Got the britches with the zippers 'stendo on the pistol On my feet I got the Christians Big picture, no filter Hit the scene and I kill 'em Say the world is a cash cow, so you know I gotta milk 'em Yeah, they say, "That nigga ill," but they say, "The Pope iller" Yeah, you might be trill, but I'm way more triller Yeah, I got a couple ounces of the Tussionex, mix it with vanilla Wintertime gotta show somethin', summertime a chinchilla Offsets got me tilted, thirty-five percent tilted Told you bitches I'm the new wave and I motherfuckin' meant it [Chorus: Supa King] Still Versaces on the frame Double G's on the belt In the summer make 'em freeze In the winter make 'em melt Cross that line, don't you dare Big old diamonds, don't you stare New wave in the air New wave in the air I feel a new wave in the air If you ain't talkin' 'bout paper I don't care I don't care, nah