Lemonade (feat. pranav.wav)

Aye, riding through your city, I'on ever give a fuck

Doin' coke right off her titties, man, I'm finna roll a blunt

Money stacked up to the ceiling, I can't even see yo' bluff

Boy, you acting outta pocket, might just have to sew you up, aye

Fuck that, just run it back, catching dough like a running back

Flow sick, fuck heaven sent, I'ma cut up yo' reverend

Face itchy, I can't stop fucking with all this medicine

Fuck hoes, I don't need a bitch, I need me more Benjamins

Yeah, I need to smoke before I eat or else I'm sick as fuck

Ain't no fucking with the enemy, you dead to me, that's tough

No designer on my body, all my money covered up

All you rappers ain't about it, you just makin' the same song

I been stepping over grass, can't be fucking with no snake

And lil' shawty think she bad, I ain't eating no used plate

Yeah, I'm always fucking mad and I hate see your face

I ain't running through yo' bag, I'm just tryna stack my cake

Yeah, it's Wave, bitch

Fuck the strap, get clapped with my blade, bitch

Aim the hollow, lose my morals, let that bitch go ape shit

Fa-fa-fa, my bullets 'bouta eat a fuckin' racist

Fuck yo beef, we gonna catch yo' body, beat the cases

Bumboi killed this shit and I walked up and bodied too

Pull up to your mama crib like, "Shawty, what it fuckin' do?"

Ki-ki-kickin' it back, sippin' on lemonade

My opps fuckin' mad that I get steady paid

Aye, riding through your city, I'on ever give a fuck

Doin' coke right off her titties, man, I'm finna roll a blunt

Money stacked up to the ceiling, I can't even see yo' bluff

Boy, you acting outta pocket, might just have to sew you up, aye

Riding through your city, I'on ever give a fuck

Doin' coke right off her titties, man, I'm finna roll a blunt

Money stacked up to the ceiling, I can't even see yo' bluff

Boy, you acting outta pocket, might just have to sew you up