Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] New Wave 3? Already? [Verse 1: Quilly] I'm tryna get money every hour of my life Dev to the left of me, Siah to the right He told me I ain't gotta pay for sour ever in my life BANG-BANG runnin' wild, still earnin' stripes We got more than 4 9's, you catchin' bullets; Jerry Rice I be movin' crack from the A.M. to the P.M I wake up in the A.M. and you wake up in the P.M I'm tryna cop a BM and a BM for my BM Till' then I'm GGCing, they gon' help me go to war United Nations and Koreans I'm bout to build my own Rite Aid but no on T.M Haines and Morton where you'll see me You ain't drop a dime, he went to court wit a P.D Shout out to Blumberg, free Turk Nigga's really had that bread, I would of really dropped 30 We ain't go no ice, all we got is cribs and a couple squatters Gamblin' wit white; throw dice I got polished bars and the flow nice, rhymes mean Delivery; bipolar type. You can ask stupid and get hit wit dums-dums I drop cream of wheat and bring back a lump sum Your Queen lookin' at me like she want some "New Wave 3" nigga, I'm the young one I'm always on my grind, never feelin' like I'm comfy Ya'll was at Friday's, we on the block, hungry Now, we not, 200 dollars worth of dutchies And, 5 star restaurants when we get the munchies We ain't droppin' dimes, we payin' bails We coppin' 4's and droppin' 9's Put a nigga on your head, shooter on your head Drop of a dime; never mind Blowin' pine, apple express, my mind, she a gold digger I'ma goldmine, but I was just tryna fuck the whole time I'm in the trap duckin' from (?) If it ain't bout paper, save your convo Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo I'm in the trap duckin' from (?) If it ain't bout paper, save your convo Make it rain in this bitch, get a poncho I'm up early in the morning; Alonzo