Lyrics Wavy – Lil Keed
You get dripped or you get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolin’ kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie, oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These n**gas sweeter than high and low
Can’t havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me
Livin’ the life that we chose, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so
Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I’m so
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so
Hope you n**gas can put it on with these clothes, we get
S**t, I just f**ked this ho
She couldn’t even take it
Now she blowin’ up my phone, that ho so crazy
XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it
I’m prestigious with this s**t
I get creative, I got cadence
They keep leashes on they b**ch
They know I sent that b**ch some players
Rockin’ Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt
Everything Gucci, ya dig
She wanna Gucci her heels
Yeah, she a modeling b**ch
Lean in baby bottle
You thought we was some toddlers and s**t
I got some twos and fews
Just for a swallowin’ b**ch
I need to own the place
‘Cause I throw the most dollars, lil’ b**ch
Real big dawg s**t, go get a collar
Lil’ b**ch, yeah, hey-hey
Screamin’ in that Lamb’ with a chop, ayy-ayy
Spent the backend with Avianne, okay
Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay
Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay
Keed, talk to ’em
You get dripped or you get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolin’ kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie, oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These n**gas sweeter than high and low
Can’t havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me
Livin’ the life that we chose, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so
Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I’m so
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so
Hope you n**gas can put it on with these clothes, we get
Yeah, Hood Baby, ain’t fearin’ no n**ga
Watch who you trust, man
‘Cause these n**gas got sticky fingers
F**ked that b**ch, I’ll never see a ring finger
She suck my d**k ’til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle
Money in these pockets, these pockets
Can’t even walk, I’m a real penguin
Respect I’ma liνe by it, die by it, yeah
Just for my people
I’m fly as f**k soarin’ through it
I ain’t talking no eagle
Catch a ho and snatch her up
My mood on jeepers creepers
So much flaws, s**t, help me
I can’t even look at people
Ayy, yeah, my b**ch know I’m a whole cheater
Yeah, I ran this s**t up just like a whole cheetah
Hey, big sh*es like I’m old people
I ride with pole-keepers
Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles
S**t, watch how the hood act when you get real millions
And you better keep them racks or you ain’t gon’ see them people
‘Round you
You get dripped or you get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolin’ kit, silencer, damn, ain’t no sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie, oh-woah
I just been shinin’ in rose gold
We in the street like hobos
I’m having boogers, no coke nose
These n**gas sweeter than high and low
Can’t havin’ hands, he beatin’ the bowl
Playin’ the cards that was dealt to me
Livin’ the life that we chose, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so
Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I’m so
King Tut, I’m the real prince slime, I’m so
Hope you n**gas can put it on with these clothes, we get
Wavy…
➤ Written by Lil Keed
Album: Trapped on Cleveland 3
Produced by Earl on the Beat
Lil Keed | 2020
