Cash Sinatra - $waggy lyrics

Verse 1 Drunk n***a im alone with Patron Top notch liqs that be flowin through my bones Got mad chicks that be goin through my phone Yeah I'm a dog but you lookin like a bone So lemme bone Zone with a n***a Heard TNT now she home with a n***a Out here trynna score when she put her hands up If I touch down hit the end zone with a n***a Call em "Aflak" when I smash that Birds out here just be lookin for their tax back Snap back ? f** em got a fitted on my scalp They pissed from before I be sh**tin on em now Get it from the bowels Pitch it from the mound Visions of these b**hes when I blicka blicka bloaw Hit it from the back I'm the sickest n***a out n***as be forgetting I'm the bigger picture now oww ! Hook When I'm up in this thing I gotta do it right Me and all my homies we be skipping lines Got these shorties loose these dudes is lookin tight One word to describe what it's lookin like ? $waggy Pants is saggin and I'm drunk but still $waggy All these shorties man they lookin real $waggy Said I'm lookin like money now she wanna bag me $waggy Verse 2 k** it one time for the broads in the front That be knowin all the words and be high off a blunt Always on the right when I slide in the truck Cuz a n***a know the law and I be ridin and I'm drunk (drunk.. drunk) Wasted, taste it, faded, pacin eyes on Asian (wow) Rapin tracks I'm racin cases I be Cajun Hot n***a set fire to the booth High off this life I'mma drive through the roof Told you I'm the truth like 3, 4 times It'll pierce if I shoot 3,4 times Come through this b**h like fee fo fi He know I See no guys Keep yo lies Repo'd guy I know you see me... Hi She's mine better recline see the peace sign Ease out better decline When you see me.. Just move I win.. You lose I'm truth You fakin and sh** Knowin sick achin and sh** Knowin you ain't ..hatin and sh** Every dog has his day.. I'm takin ya b**h (Hook) Verse 3 Electrician in the booth, this is light work I work 24/7 on my mic work Slight work, sh**tin on these haters, watch my colon School of good weed all my n***as is enrollling Rollin, stay in my lane like I'm bowling Got a big ego she beggin me to show it Said that my stick it be lookin real pole-ish On that note she just want me put my pole-in, hold it Haa I smashed that "you love me ?" ..she asked that Like debit cards.. She want Cash back Her pops left, thats flashbacks I'm wrong, but it feels right And I'm gone, she still fights Her nose is runnin tho I never love a ho I brought a new definition of "come and go" ho (Hook)