[Verse 1: David Haze]
Wavy trap n***a, I might whip a f**ing brick
Retros on my cla**ic's and this b**h, she keep on asking
No you can not join the wave hoe, can you please stop asking
I done got famous, I might pull up in a Aston
Hop up in that whip then I (skrrt skrrt !) on yo b**h (skrrrrt !)
Coogi on my body, Got me feelin like I'm Biggie (ayy)
b**h I'm f**in' poppin', I just autographed some tittes
Condoms in my Bape luggage, Groupies f**in'
Outta Chinatown, Gucci goggles with the spicy noodles
Soon as the pack touch down, you know I maneuver
[Hook]
I got gold up on my chain and b**hes love it
How come you don't drink, but stay poppin' the bubbly
How come when I'm up, these b**hes lovey-dovey
I'm gone off that big gas, I'm sippin' muddy
I told 'em I'mma win cuz, I'm sick with it cudi
[Verse 2: David Haze]
Racing jet skis and the ice is Gretzky
That is super cold, you might wanna cuff yo hoe
I just poured a 4, suicidal doors
She just slit her wrist
Gucci on the kicks
f** what they say, I'm Ray Lewis with the hits
Codeine what I'm sippin', and this b**h she call me crazy
I don't give a f**, cuz I'm David, that sh** wavy (skrrrrrrrt!)
[Hook]
I got gold up on my chain and b**hes love it
How come you don't drink, but stay poppin' the bubbly
How come when I'm up, these b**hes lovey-dovey
I'm gone off that big gas, I'm sippin' muddy
I told 'em I'mma win cuz, I'm sick with it cudi
[Outro]
Yea, I told 'em Imma win cuz I'm sick with this sh** cudi
Gang n***a
b**h!