Gunna, Polo G - Waves

Текст песни

All my style Louis V, think she smokin' for free
Bitch, these pounds wasn’t cheap
Contract killers lay you down for a fee
Glock go, «Baow,» rest in peace
He get found in the streets
They get wild with that heat
Uh, X7, sports truck, i8, doors up
Dirty Sprite, pourin' up
Only drop a four and up
They ain’t steppin' more than us
Slid through they block and tore it up
My lil' sniper like KD, gon' pass 'em, he scorin', clutch
All night off X pills, in traffic, they goin' nuts
Servin' out the backdoor 'cause the trap windows boarded up
Don’t think it’s sweet 'cause I rap though
Got a gun store on the tour bus
Like an encore, we gon' clap more
A lil' ten shot won’t do enough
Jumped off the porch (Porch), plush, two-door Porsche (Plush)
Got vibes in New York (Vibes in New York), got stars in the Royce (Stars in the
Royce)
My style is Dior (Dior), got wild freaky hoes (Wild freaky hoes)
Keep codeine and pour (Pour), the wave with no shore (Wave)
Jumped off the porch (Porch), plush, two-door Porsche (Plush)
Got vibes in New York (Vibes in New York), got stars in the Royce (Stars in the
Royce)
My style is Dior (Dior), got wild freaky hoes (Wild freaky hoes)
Keep codeine and pour (Pour), the wave with no shore (Wave)