Rico Cash - Wavy (feat. Yung Mal)

I'ma make em eat on that pussy boy then go tell his people bout
Kick that bitch out the spot talking crazy
I'm too turnt buy the lil bitch and her baby
Tell that bitch I might fuck on her auntie
She get on my nerves yeah that shit just ain't wavy
In my trap rock in chains, like I made it
I make the trap beat like Mike Will Made It
On my 3rd vacuum sealer this month
We been pumping this bitch I need me a vacation
Got them sticks in the spot like the navy
Got them Gucci slide on with yo lady
Nigga acting like one time I can't name one time that the pussy nigga wasn't hating
Lil bitch tryna play like she bougie I fucked her outside on a Hermes blanket
Came through Louie bubble coat on, like a bubba same one serve the crack out the days inn
Thats yo twin he a opp, y'all twin opps, twin glocks on me nigga Chloe and Bailey
Had to sleep on the floor in the basement, put that knife in my back feel like Jason
I sell salt to a snail bitch I'm the greatest bitch I'm the truth sell a Muslim some bacon
Kicked yo bitch at the spot she ain't staying
When I rerocc it up I'ma spray it
Gotta spot at the house and a spot for a spot with the safe in it bitch I ain't playing
Aye why the hell bruh be acting like that all the time he come around ain wit allat that

Hook
Go and grab my FN off the dresser, he ain't gone say it but I know he got pressure
See his hoe was my hoe before he met her, I fuck time to time I'm suprised he ain't left her
Broke her back put that bitch on the stretcher
Grab the bag let her smoke all the extra
She said Ric he ain't doin it right, yeah I know I can't fuck like I want cause my schedule

Verse 2 Yung Mal
Ain gone lie bae that pussy good but I just, I just ain't got no time
Like I gotta go get this money I gotta be here I gotta be there
Man these niggas so lame they goofy they funny the ones that be on cartoons
I fucker her for hours, and hours, and hours, we damn near done made us a movie
Bitch I get lit yeah my life is a movie
She pay me for dick I ain't buying no coochie
These niggas be pussy they softer than sushi
All these blue hunnids I feel like I'm Tookie
Skrt, 12 hit the lights and I lose em
Skrt, working my wrist man this dope it ain't losing
House so big man this shit get confusing
Jump off the private get off and get too it
These niggas can't do what I'm doing
Bitch I ball on these niggas Patrick Ewing
When it come to this drip I influence
When I got my advancement bitch I blew it

Hook
Go and grab my FN off the dresser, he ain't gone say it but I know he got pressure
See his hoe was my hoe before he met her, I fuck time to time I'm suprised he ain't left her
Broke her back put that bitch on the stretcher
Grab the bag let her smoke all the extra
She said Ric he ain't doin it right, yeah I know I can't fuck like I want cause my schedule

Written by:
Desmond Morris

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