| Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks |
| While my babe’s in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam |
| I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm |
| I’m on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling |
| Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin' |
| Gotta thank God I’m breathin', I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin' |
| Wavy, that’s how I’m feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling |
| I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin' |
| in the Rolls-Royce truck with the windows tinted, slidin' |
| I’m slidin' out, 'bout to hide this grab, I can’t get indicted |
| Do I gotta remind 'em? Still I did the best of both like hybrids |
| Hm, yeah, I want the finer things, but I don’t want this life |
| My cup filled up with ice, beats got the windows shook |
| Gotta get this gringo gone, had to keep the windows shut |
| Hoping nothing goes wrong |
| Out gettin' this slab, get it gone the same day |
| Broski eat, I eat, same way, now I see views like the cinema chain |
| Bitch on my line tryna fuck up my day |
| I see she’s just tryna ruin my wave (Oh-oh) |
| Caught up in feelings, but that wasn’t the aim |
| What she don’t get, I don’t make money legitimate ways |
| Look, I’ve got to go, I’m doing that road like |
| Mad Max, war in the hood, PTSD, gettin' flashbacks |
| While my babe’s in the Wraith, might make a tape on the dashcam |
| I still fuck with the yay, I tucked it away in the backpack, mm |
| I’m on a wave, hey, wave, I got a feeling |
| Cash stack hittin' the ceiling, bless me like I be sneezin' |
| Gotta thank God I’m breathin', I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin' |
| Wavy, that’s how I’m feelin', cash stack hittin' the ceiling |
| I’m wavy, that’s how I’m feelin' |