Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Wavy , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 19.03.2020
Song language: English
Stay Wavy |
| I thought I told you niggas |
| Put the food on the table, sat down, showed you niggas (Let's eat) |
| I don’t know you niggas |
| Apply heavy press now, been done squoze you niggas (Squeeze) |
| My homie blow through chickens |
| Why you think when we out, it’s a motion picture? |
| Coupe clean, but the Rover tinted |
| I’m ridin' low 'cause your ho up in it |
| I just hope she keep it quiet, you exposin' bitches |
| You spoke when I said don’t, you broke the code, my nigga |
| On the block in RtAs, you don’t know the denim (You don’t know them?) |
| We be grindin' summer days, we couldn’t wait for winter (Fuck that shit) |
| Niggas got they lil' raps, I can’t wait to hear 'em |
| 'Cause they got some clever ways to state how we livin' |
| Man, I got some better ways to change how we livin' (For real) |
| Until then, I’m touchin' down, fuck tryna send 'em |
| I went to Hush to stop the chatter, bought a diamond pendant (Stop the chatter) |
| One call, get a hundred on consignment, nigga (Come on) |
| No cap, I’m cool if I retired, nigga |
| But I don’t see myself quittin', 'cause I’m tired of niggas (Sick of you) |
| Chest poked out like they doin' somethin' (What?) |
| I need a million cash, I done blew a hundred (Fact) |
| I ain’t quick to flash, 'cause I’m used to money |
| My youngin quick to shoot, he got a stupid jumper (Eat that nigga) |
| Call me Chuck E, I bust stupid moves |
| Runnin' with the plug and I was still in school |
| I’m on an all-green diet, I ain’t talkin' food (Uh-uh) |
| Too much codeine in me, I can’t talk or move |
| Took some losses, fuck the pain, man, I feel numb (Numb) |
| I know He heard me, I just prayed for a pill run (God) |
| You fake niggas skip this song, this for the real ones |
| You niggas love talkin' down, but I’m still up (It don’t matter) |
| You niggas love playin' roles, I can’t act for shit |
| I just tell it how it is, I can’t rap for shit |
| You fake niggas skip this song, this for the real ones (Wavy Gang, Boyz, |
| all that shit, man, I’ma talk my shit real quick) |
| You niggas love talkin' down, but I’m still up |
| I just talk my lil' shit, I ain’t rappin', bitch |
| Bring me a roll of duct tape, I’m 'bout to wrap a brick |
| I hit a ho the first date, ain’t seen her ass since |
| I might just fuck that bitch again 'cause she ain’t ask for shit |
| He thought he bought a thousand pills, I sold his ass six |
| This nigga keep countin' hards, he can’t add for shit |
| My nigga Face just pulled up on me with some Actavis |
| I hit a blunt of Pink Runtz, then my asthma kicked in |
| He pulled up in an i8, told him back it in |
| You paid a bitch to let you fuck, what bag you in? |
| This nigga Ray just took a picture with a half a chicken |
| He upped that bitch on Instagram, I told him tag me in it |
| I want a hundred for my drank, ain’t no deals or bargains |
| My shooter head fucked up, he’ll kill his mama |
| My bitch barely complain, I’m really the problem |
| Walked in the crib and broke her phone 'cause I feel like arguin' |
| I’m at the White House |
| He thought he hit a line of soft, I broke a Vic' down |
| I’m in Redford, sellin' grams for four hundred on 5 Mile |
| My fiend didn’t have a car to get to me, made him walk nine miles |