Wavy*

Lyrics

[Intro: Quelly Woo] Wait, like Gllah-gllah, woo, nigga Huh (Stay [?]), wait Whole lotta, whole lotta Woo Wait, like Look, like [Chorus: Quelly Woo & Fr33Banditr] All this pain, time ain't healin' that shit In the hood gotta walk with my grip Glockiana right right on my hip Glockiana right right on my waist Got a baddie mov-movin' her hip Got a baddie, she movin' her waist The hood too hot, always duckin' the jakes Hit from the back, I'ma pull on her lace Damn, like, baby, like You be drivin' me crazy, like Wavy, like, like I pop a–, uh, got me feelin' wavy (Like), gllah [Verse 1: Fr33Bandit] Like, bro, how you smokin' my deads? Last opp got popped, took one in the head Don't run, put the beam to his legs If he mention my name, spin his block on the [?] In the Floss, know that I'm sanctioned Clip hold a hundred like [?] [?] smoke, bro up it, flame him Bro got a broom, he ain't talkin' no maintenance but Kill the opps, they don't get back Speakin' on drills, but these niggas ain't did that If your energy off, I could feel that Love fake, tryna find where the real at Goin' through [?], takin' drugs tryna heal that [Verse 2: Quelly Woo] Said he want beef, I'm like, "Where is the grill at?" 'Member nights I was hungry like–, uh I was hungry like, "Where is my meal at?" Boy, where you goin'? I see a dizzy, I'm throwin' [?] my spliff, that's when I'm rollin', like Lotta pain, it's hard to hold it I gotta TP, I cannot show it I pop a–, uh, jus-just to focus I pour a four, try to cope with it Cuz see a opp, he scopin' it She throw it back and forth like ping-pong I catch [?] in his bed like ding-dong Sh-She a MILF, don't got her ring on Asian [?] we call him ching chong Tuccer outside, he got his bling on That mean that he got the bing wit' the beam on Outside we get rowdy wit' the [?] Outside we get rowdy wit' the [?] Damn, wait [?] heal, I don't believe that Long live all of my loved ones Look at me now, wish you could see that Damn, wait [?] heal, I don't believe that, like Long live all of the guys Look at us now, wish you could see that, like Damn, wait They say [?] and you gon' be straight Nah, nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep all of my pain I'ma let that shit go when I up it and flame [Chorus: Quelly Woo] All this pain, time ain't healin' that shit In the hood gotta walk with my grip Glockiana right right on my hip Glockiana right right on my waist Got a baddie mov-movin' her hip Got a baddie, she movin' her waist The hood too hot, always duckin' the jakes Hit from the back, I'ma pull on her lace Damn, like, baby, like You be drivin' me crazy, like Wavy, like, like I pop a–, uh, got me feelin' wavy, gllah