[Verse 1: David Haze]

Momma she keep bitching like this ain't a fucking trap house, Raf Simmons, ripped jeans and my crew is blacked out

Bought that bitch some Bape, that hoe don't know how to act now

Baby I'm a player and your man he is a mascot, pull off in a foreign and I just copped me some Jeremy Scott

Baby this Supreme, I ain't talking bout no pizza

Bitch I'm fucking up, I might tax you for a feature

3 cell phones and these bitches still can't reach ya

Cuz these lines right here they are only for the business

Got this bitch stretched out on my couch like she doing fitness

Niggas steal my style boy they better run with it

I'm the ones that's wavy and they say I'm hella lit

Bitch I'm in a jeep I'm just swerving with the doors off

Do you need these pills cuz I'm tryna get these xans off

Rolling with some killers they fuck round and knock ya mans off

Know that i be saucing and these hoes asking for more sauce

Niggas think they got the juice but really they just juice less

Dissappear my top boy she asking where the roof went

On some wavy shit I'm smoking joints inside of Ruth's crib

Know that i be wavy baby end up on a cruise ship

Shake and bake, I'm Ricky Bobby, I can't fucking lose

Looking at my pants these Balmain's these ain't no Trues

She told me delete her number it wasn't even saved

Yea it took a minute then they finally caught the wave

Outro: Yea it took a minute but they finally caught the wave x4