Lyrics Wavy - Lil Keed, Travis Scott

Wavy

You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl
Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)
Shit, I just fucked this ho, she couldn’t even take it
Now she blowin' up my phone, that ho so crazy
XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it (Talk to 'em)
I’m prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence
They keep leashes on they bitch, they know I said YSL be so player
Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yeah, keep that shit)
Everything Gucci, you dig?
(Woo)
She wanna Gucci her heels
Yeah, she a modeling bitch
Lean in baby bottle
You would thought we was some toddlers and shit
I got some twos, a fews
Just for a swallowin' bitch
I need to own The Blaze (What?)
'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (Yeah)
Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey
Screamin' in that Lam' with a chop, ayy-ayy (Woo)
Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (Woo, woo)
Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay
Copped the Panamera for the rain, okay
(Woo, talk to 'em)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl
Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)
Yeah, Hood Baby
I ain’t fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat)
Watch who you trust, man, 'cause these niggas got sticky fingers (Let's go)
Fucked that bitch, I’ll never see a ring finger
She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle
Money in this pocket, this pocket, can’t even walk, I’m a real penguin
Respect, I’ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (Oh yeah)
I’m fly as fuck, soarin' through 'em, I ain’t talking no eagle (Yeah)
Catch a ho and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers
So much flodge shit happenin', I can’t even look at people
Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I’m a whole cheater
Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (Yeah)
Hey, big shoes like I’m old people (Yeah)
I ride with pole-keepers (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles
Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions
And you better keep them racks or you ain’t gon' see them people
'Round you
(Woo), yeah
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it (Slimeball)
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn your face to a frown, homie (Huh), oh-woah
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (Wavy)
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These niggas sweeter than high and low (Wavy)
Cake havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl
Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (Wavy)
Livin' the life that we choose, yeah, yeah (Wavy)
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (Wavy)
Chanel belt hold that fin up, I’m so (Wavy)
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so (Wavy)
Hope you niggas can put it on, with these clothes, we get (Wavy)
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