New Wavin

Lyrics

[Shocktown] Shocktown I bring the wave out, fuck you wanna say now? I was running round flipping, you was kissing in the playground Nigga had beige in my cheeks, I was raised in the streets I don't play with police, cause they're playing for keeps [Baseman] I want it all I can never be patient You know my money ain't clean, I don't have bank statements I do it for my thugs getting P's on the pavement You know I roll with my team I'm not into Ice skating Me and my brudda Shocktown keep waving [Shocktown] Soldier got bagged, boxes looking like Blake Brown I don't give a fuck what a hater wanna say now Nigga I was raised in the east, go Favourites to eat [?] you ain't able to sleep She is wavin me [Baseman] I beg you tell me why these niggas wan' iron me Is it the gyal that I beat or the racks or my timepiece It's still "fuck a new friend" just me myself and Irene I'm like the vic in the east end, you know where to find me Lord, I'm like let a nigga try me [Shocktown] Baby I'm coming, I run in Giuseppe's Giving that becky I'm bussing in seconds I'm pulling out Russians, you're thinking it's Tekken Maison Margiela's, my bitches be jealous Tun up, tun up, tables turning Six bricks, bridges burning Slick, slick rick you deserve it Slick, slick rick is you learning? [Baseman] You niggas happy with a slice, I just want the whole cake I was dropping bare P's, I was running from the jakes Fam I jumped in the bush like lord let me get away I'm in the bush with the stash lord let me get away Like lord let me get away [Baseman] But they don't know what I'll do for this money Fam I used to skip school for this money Fam I'm like a TomTom en route to this money I need so much money like "I don't know what to do with this money" [Shocktown] A.P stunting on Instagram Imma get mine, them I'm gonna go get your man's I don't care about no Instagram I got money and got things to bang (x3) My white boy flyer than Peter Pan We got money and got things to bang [Baseman] I just wanna buy macs for me and my niggas I need a house on a hill for me and my hittas I wan' smoke good weed Bad B's on their knees But don't play I got something by my waist I'll put that suttin to your face You better point me to the safe, I need that food on my plate