Wavy - Lil Keed, Travis Scott

You can drip or get drowned, homie

Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it

Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it

Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah

I just been shinin' in rose gold

We in the street like hobos (Wavy)

I’m having boogers, no coke nose

These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)

Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl

Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)

Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)

Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)

King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)

Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

Shit, I just fucked this ho, she couldn’t even take it

Now she blowin' up my phone, that ho so crazy

XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it (Talk to 'em)

I’m prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence

They keep leashes on they bitch, they know I said YSL be so player

Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yeah, keep that shit)

Everything Gucci, you dig?

(Woo)

She wanna Gucci her heels

Yeah, she a modeling bitch

Lean in baby bottle

You would thought we was some toddlers and shit

I got some twos, a fews

Just for a swallowin' bitch

I need to own The Blaze (What?)

'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (Yeah)

Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey

Screamin' in that Lam' with a chop, ayy-ayy (Woo)

Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (Woo, woo)

Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay

Copped the Panamera for the rain, okay

(Woo, talk to 'em)

You can drip or get drowned, homie

Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it

Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it

Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah

I just been shinin' in rose gold

We in the street like hobos (Wavy)

I’m having boogers, no coke nose

These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)

Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl

Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)

Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)

Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)

King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)

Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

Yeah, Hood Baby

I ain’t fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat)

Watch who you trust, man, 'cause these niggas got sticky fingers (Let's go)

Fucked that bitch, I’ll never see a ring finger

She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle

Money in this pocket, this pocket, can’t even walk, I’m a real penguin

Respect, I’ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (Oh yeah)

I’m fly as fuck, soarin' through 'em, I ain’t talking no eagle (Yeah)

Catch a ho and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers

So much flodge shit happenin', I can’t even look at people

Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I’m a whole cheater

Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (Yeah)

Hey, big shoes like I’m old people (Yeah)

I ride with pole-keepers (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles

Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions

And you better keep them racks or you ain’t gon' see them people

'Round you

(Woo), yeah

You can drip or get drowned, homie

Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it (Slimeball)

Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it

Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah

I just been shinin' in rose gold

We in the street like hobos (Wavy)

I’m having boogers, no coke nose

These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)

Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl

Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)

Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)

Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)

Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)

King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)

Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)

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