Wavey

[Intro]

Trackerz

[Verse 1: Double S]

Man got flows and I got dough

And I got women on the low, I'm wavey

Middle finger to you other niggas

I'm a ten figure nigga, tell dem niggas I'm wavey

Man don't care like Ric Flair

I just did a woo on a nigga, I'm wavey

I don't know about you but I know myself

And I know that my ting's wavey

Mandem hate cause I get cake

And a nigga's never been fake, I'm good

You can ask around when you're in town

Or if you ever stop by my hood

They know that I'm the best, Double, I'm a chef

Anytime I go into the booth, I cook

I just go full throttle

No, I ain't a champagne bottle so I've never been shook

I roll deep on these, I

Make grown men look like pickneys

Notes, yeah, I only wanna see 50s

I've got the moneyman sound so I get big Ps and

Gyal around me, they wanna get frisky

They get tipsy and then I get a striptease

Make her wine her body something like a gypsy

Then mek her come back around like a frisbee

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

Original Pirate Material, Blackbeard

Rock your boat like Aaliyah, I'm wavey

Make man walk the plank, I pull rank

360 on a can, I'm wavey

I don't need no ocean reflection

I already know I'm wavey

Otis Redding, sitting on the dock of the bay

With a girl that's wavey

Silver Surfer, nigga

It's me vs. the mirror

I'm balls-deep in this bitch, I'mma sperm up in her

I don't wanna write for a certain spitter

I've got a line for anybody who jumps out of line

They're getting bodied, I jump out and ride, the metal on me

You come out to fight, I'm ready for it

Blood out your side, your leg and forehead

Horrid

Horror stories from the forest

If horror's the category, then I'm on it

Promise you man are gonna see more bodies

Honest, I just bought three more shottys

Doo doo doo doo doo

Sound like the end of EastEnders

Doo doo doo doo doo

One-line flows, fuck your mum at the end of each sentence

Doo doo doo doo doo

Yeah, G's reckless

[Verse 3: J2K]

Whoa, you know me, I'm old school, I'm the OG

You little niggas, I'm wavey

Quarter mil, quarterly, can't show me P

You little niggas, I'm wavey

Back with a bang, back with a bang, slap up your man

Rudegirl, I'm wavey

You wanna know about wavey?

Let me show you a little something 'bout wavey

Slap up your man, rudegirl, don't act up

I back up the van then clap up your man

Ayy, rudeboy, shut up now, man

Oi, shut up now, man

I wrote the handbook, so miss me there with the bad looks

Please, I will plant your head in a MacBook screen

How you mean? How you mean? How you mean?

I will lick off your whole headtop clean

I'm back with it, I'm back with it

A massage parlour couldn't get me back in it

But the beat was banging so I banged it back in it

Bang bang, I bang banged it from the back, init

Bang, you're fucked now, I buck now

I'm letting off the shots now, better duck down, whoa

Sweep through your city like a swat round flows

Fly through your ends with the top down though

[Outro: Double S, Ghetts & J2K]

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