Charlie Heat, G Herbo and Lil Baby - WWYA

(He's heating up)
(G-G-G-Good work, Charlie)

I'm ridin' nan nigga wave, don't you do that (ridin' a wave)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Gettin' paid)
Foreign cost two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast (skrrt)
I was in the prison pullin' hundreds in the shoe pack
Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack (real spit)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at?)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at? Yeah, yeah)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Real spit)

Uh, your partna had got shot up, where was you at?
Still lettin' that boy thug and hit the club like he ain't do that
I hit the strip club and spent a dub, but you knew that
Shit, on a fuck-nigga (uh-huh), I do that, Off-White sneaks cost two racks
Herbo where the fuck was you at? (You at?)
Definitely wasn't wearin' no blue black (blue black)
Fa' sho' I was right where the metal at (uh-huh)
Had the black .45 my yellow ass (uh-huh)
Definitely wasn't wavin' no white flag (uhn-uhn)
Prolly shot left-hand on my right side
And the opps seen me with my mask on
High speeds, me and bruh took the Jag' home (skrrt)
Memories with me she say last long
Probably hit your ho with my du-rag on
Got her singin' to me, she like Teena Marie
Off a thirty, I been beatin' it for mad long (mad long)
Switch it over, get the head, I'ma crash out
Bustin' all over her face, took a lash off (uh-huh)
Been gettin' that money all day, she like, "Where was you at?" (Uh)
I been waitin' my ass off
Swerve

I'm ridin' nan nigga wave, don't you do that (ridin' a wave)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Gettin' paid)
Foreign cost two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast (skrrt)
I was in the prison pullin' hundreds in the shoe pack
Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack (real spit)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at?)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at? Yeah, yeah)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Real spit)

Go and get that money, no stop
Keep on stackin' it and put it up, I ain't got no charge
I'ma stand on side the stage like a fuckin' rockstar
I walk around with these bands but ain't got no guitar
I know as long as I pray, I know I'ma go far
Had to go against the odds, stand tall, and take charge
Most of these niggas flawed, they ain't hard, that's on God
Most of these niggas flawed, they ain't hard, that's on God, yeah

I'm ridin' nan nigga wave, don't you do that (ridin' a wave)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Gettin' paid)
Foreign cars two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast (skrrt)
I was in the prison pullin' hundreds in the shoe pack
Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack (real spit)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at?, Skrrt, skrrt)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Where was you at? Yeah, yeah)
I was on the grind, where was you at? (Skrrt, real spit)

Nan nigga wave, don't you do that

Written by:
Dominique Armani Jones, Ernest Brown III, Herbert Randall Wright, Patrick James Saint Fort

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