Wanna Be Wavy

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] This shit be driving me crazy Hey.. [Hook: Quilly] I'm runnin' in and out of town I'm booking flights, I get around Ain't no tomorrow; get it now Man ain't no time to be lazy (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 Hey, I'm runnin' in and out of court Them smokers up and down my block Watching my back; there go the cops This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) I just wanna be wavy ( I just wanna be wavy) Hey.. [Verse 1: Dave East] In the state with plenty weight Moscato drinking; sippin' great Condo shopping; pick a place We worked it out; my fitness great I just blew like 1500 on some shit I never needed I just wanted dinner every night, was ducking every precinct Project had me paranoid, lobby cameras helped them watch Robbed him for his apple watch, that dope was raw; they had to cop All this guap I'm earning now Fiends take a pull, they get to twerkin' now My bitch from Germantown, she gotta Birkin now Catch me if you can, I play gingerbread with the police Balmain pockets obese, got garden floor seats Niggas' that can't keep their mouth shut, call that a slow leak I wanted to drop out, take the block route, that was 03 When [?] played [?] with them baggies, I played the [?] In Baltimore, I just played the alley, now we do Cali Talking Crenshaw, we stomp niggas' out then brush our timbs off I broke up with my last bitch, on my jacket, she found lipgloss I'm tryna take these Ratchets to Manhattan before I dip off First class to Dallas and time for the marriage tip off I'm gone [Hook: Quilly] I'm runnin' in and out of town I'm booking flights, I get around Ain't no tomorrow; get it now Man ain't no time to be lazy (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 Hey, I'm runnin' in and out of court Them smokers up and down my block Watching my back; there go the cops This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) I just wanna be wavy ( I just wanna be wavy) Hey.. [Verse 2: Quilly] Uh, trapped in the coldest weather Fresh wheats, 7's sagging, Marc Buchanan leather Cops circle, keep it pushin' nigga; salt-n-pepa You was with me when I was pop, we eatin' all together Fuck it, let's get it this chedda, it's whatever Mom smokin', same shit I'm sellin', niggas' tellin Bitches open, niggas' reachin' If they cross me, I'ma Holy Ghost em That boy perc'd out his mind, hater don't approach him Fuck it don't provoke him My bitches bussin' checks, my niggas' bussin' scripts I'm in the field; Cam Newton and we up by 6 Suck a dick Bugs Bunny old shit, Balenciaga chrome shit 3 for 10's, 2 for 5's on my flip phone shit Bill Cosby; bitches always bringing up old shit You a wave rider, cock slider, you just hold dick She gon' give them panties up, I'ma shoot the family up Wit an open case, I was lost, broke and Xanie'd up 3 whistles and some coke, I fought it like a homi case A lot of pills, a lot of weight, on my corner Out of state Sippin' Hi-Tech, bent; Mr. Miyagi face If I go upstate, is she gon' wait? fuck; prolly skate I can make it any day man, preliminary; 8 bands Floor seats wit the mikes, Mike (?) on space jam [Hook: Quilly] I'm runnin' in and out of town I'm booking flights, I get around Ain't no tomorrow; get it now Man ain't no time to be lazy (ain't no time to be lazy) x2 Hey, I'm runnin' in and out of court Them smokers up and down my block Watching my back; there go the cops This shit be driving me crazy (this shit be driving me crazy) I just wanna be wavy ( I just wanna be wavy) Hey..