[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this sh** here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave n***a
[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this b**h too lit
AP two bricks, bad b**h too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my f**in’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? n***a please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep n***a
[Chorus]
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, b**h I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this sh** n***a
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry n***a, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my n***as
[Chorus]
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
f** ’em if they hatin’, b**h I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My b**h too lit, your b**h my b**h
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil b**h want molly, she want percs and sh** (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the sh**
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this b**h lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this b**h loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah
[Chorus]
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This b**h too lit, thug b**h, Ruth Chris
Dark b**h, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red b**h, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave