Lyrics

(Now they talking bout the wave.)
Verse 1
Now they talking bout the wave.
****, say it to my face.
Most these **** going cray.
Reload the loot, go to the crate.
**** talking bout the case.
He won’t say it to my face.
Pull up quick, straight out my place.
Plate cleaner on the plate.
That’s that shit, ****, a show.
Most these bitches round here some hoes.
Most these bitches round here, they know.
Don’t fuck with me straight out the store.
Got these **** wanting more.
And it always comes in four.
And they fucking with the flow.
And they know I got the glow.
Chorus
All these damn bitches, no riches.
Most these **** snitching and they twitching.
Most these **** missing and they bitching. (Yeah)
Verse 2
Now they talking bout the wave.
****, say it to my face.
Most these **** going cray.
Reload the loot, go to the crate.
**** talking bout the case.
He won’t say it to my face.
Pull up quick, straight out my place.
Plate cleaner on the plate.
That’s that shit, ****, a show.
Most these bitches round here some hoes.
Most these bitches round here, they know.
Don’t fuck with me straight out the store.
Got these **** wanting more.
And it always comes in four.
And they fucking with the flow.
And they know I got the glow.
Chorus
All these damn bitches, no riches.
Most these **** missing and they bitching. (Yeah) (2x)
Written by: Noah Chase Warner
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