O.C. Wavy - Dub Love (feat. Totero & Drew Holliday)

Aye to be honest with you guys, I like my girls au naturale
Except for Nicki, no cap
Don't get too close to me baby, unless you finna duo
Get lost in tilted towers, shift my shafts, at lonely lodge
We Fortnite boys got the John Wick parent credit card number
Rocket 5 cookin' in the lumber
Get that red lambo in the whip
Got my homeboys and we gonna get the dip
Go to DQ, we love that Juicy Lucy baby, 5-8 Club
5-0 comin' after us gotta leave with my bro
Speedin' 80,000 miles per hour down the highway aye
I crack up mid-verse aye
(Ready, ready, here we go, here we-, uh, yeah)
When I'm on the beat, Myth and Ninja yeah they start to bleed
They don't wanna see me in the tilted streets
Double pump is not enough for me
Got a v-card and some v-bucks my skins are sweet
Up to ten kills and I'm about to win
Don't come in the door, knock and then
I might let you feel the glory
High school boys peep my insta' story
I'm in the house like I'm Cory
Don't get nasty, it's about to get gory
Y'all just mad 'cause you performin' poorly
Slurp in my cup, ima stay pouring
On the road with my bros,
Our squad will stay untouchable
Eating our vegetables, no cap
We cappin' domes 'til the casket close yeah!
We in the sinister, go get the minister (Minister!)
I am the finisher, yeah we the listeners
Nobody cappin' me, I am the prodigy
Nobody stoppin' me, yeah we gon' rock a beat (Beat!)
Here you go take a seat, and when the day is done,
We gonna have some fun, yeah I am number one
My flow is like water when glistenin' in the sun (Water!)
Oh, how you like the ugly a- man bun (Ug-aly, ug-aly, ug-aly)
We skrtin' out the lot, boys wearing' polka-dots
Kitchen stirrin' the pot, yeah my best friend got shot
We don't get tied in knots, just be like juggernaut
Water be skippin' rocks, chained up we breakin' locks
Yeah the flames just won't stop,
Yeah we be flyin' low
Keep coming roll the dough (Roll it!)
Josh Petey lookin' like he wanna suck some toes!
(Suckin' me, suckin' me, suckin' me, yeah!)
Don't get too close to me baby, unless you finna duo
Get lost in tilted towers, shift my shafts, at lonely lodge
We Fortnite boys got the John Wick parent credit card number
Rocket 5 cookin' in the lumber
Get that red lambo in the whip
Got my homeboys and we gonna get the dip (Dip-dip)
Go to DQ, we love that Juicy Lucy baby, 5-8 Club
5-0 comin' after us gotta leave with my bro (Wee-o-wee!)
Speedin' 80,000 miles per hour down the highway aye (Skrt)
I crack up mid-verse aye

Written by:
Drew Holliday, Owen Clinton, Tony Longfield

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