Stay Wavy

(Pressure)

I thought I told you niggas
Put the food on the table, sat down
Showed you niggas  (Let's eat)
I don't know you niggas
Apply heavy press now
 been done squoze you niggas (Squeeze)
My homie blow through chickens
Why you think when we out
It's a motion picture?
Coupe clean, but the Rover tinted
I'm ridin' low 'cause your ho up in it
I just hope she keep it quiet
You exposin' bitches
You spoke when I said don't
You broke the code, my nigga
On the block in RtAs
You don't know the denim
(You don't know them?)
We be grindin' summer days
We couldn't wait for winter (Fuck that shit)
Niggas got they lil' raps
I can't wait to hear 'em
'Cause they got some clever ways
To state how we livin'
Man, I got some better ways
To change how we livin' (For real)
Until then, I'm touchin' down
Fuck tryna send 'em
I went to Hutch to stop the chatter
Bought a diamond pendant (Stop the chatter)
One call, get a hundred on consignment, nigga
(Come on)
No cap, I'm cool if I retire, nigga
But I don't see myself quittin'
'cause I'm tired of niggas (Sick of you)
Chest poked out like they doin' somethin'
(What?)
I need a million cash, I done blew a hundred
(Fact) i ain't quick to flash
'cause I'm used to money
My youngin quick to shoot
He got a stupid jumper (Eat that nigga)
Call me Chuck E, I bust stupid moves
Runnin' with the plug and I
Was still in school
I'm on an all-green diet
I ain't talkin' food (Uh, uh)
Too much codeine in me, I can't talk or move
Took some losses, fuck the pain, man
I feel numb (Numb)
I know He heard me
I just prayed for a pill run (God)
You fake niggas skip this song
This for the real ones
You niggas love talkin' down
But I'm still up (It don't matter)

You niggas love playin' roles
I can't act for shit
I just tell it how it is
I can't rap for shit
You fake niggas skip this song
This for the real ones
(Wavy Gang, Boyz, all that shit, man
I'ma talk my shit real quick)
You niggas love talkin' down
But I'm still up

I just talk my lil' shit, I ain't rappin'
Bitch bring me a roll of duct tape
I'm 'bout to wrap a brick
I hit a ho the first date
Ain't seen her ass since
I might just fuck that bitch again
'cause she ain't ask for shit
He thought he bought a thousand pills
I sold his ass six
This nigga keep countin' R's
He can't add for shit
My nigga Face just pulled up
On me with some Actavis
I hit a blunt of Pink Runtz
Then my asthma kicked in
He pulled up in an i8, told him back it in
You paid a bitch to let you fuck
What bag you in?
This nigga Ray just took a picture
With a half a chicken
He upped that bitch on Instagram
I told him tag me in it
I want a hundred for my drank
Ain't no deals or bargains
My shooter head fucked up
He'll kill his mama
My bitch barely complain
I'm really the problem
Walked in the crib and broke her
Phone 'cause I feel like arguin'
I'm at the White House
He thought he hit a line of soft
I broke a Vic' down i'm in Redford
Sellin' grams for four hundred on 5 Mile
My fiend ain't have a car to get to me
Made him walk nine miles