Babyface Ray, Peezy, Team Eastside D-Nice - Wavy Boyz lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Peezy, Team Eastside D-Nice - Wavy Boyz lyrics]
I'm a spaceship rider
Knee on the steering wheel
Pourin' up the lean while I'm drivin'
Tints on that Mercedes
Ain't no tellin' who inside it
Ain't never seen my opps at the bank
It's like they hidin'
Kick yo' stupid ass up out the
Car if you ain't ridin'
This for gangsters only
Everything I did was for the gang
Bro why you hatin' on me?
Hunnid' racks on me for no reason
This ain't nothin' new
Lemonade with a four of Quagen
This is not a deuce
Every nigga round me battle tested
You are not a troop i'm sick
I heard my nigga made a statement
But I ain't got the proof
Rumor has it Peezy fell off
But that is not the truth
I wipе my ass with yo' life savings
When you ain't got a clue
Rеd and white Supreme hat on me
I feel like Dr seuss
I snatch a bad bitch up out the
Club like "What we 'bout to do?"
Sleepy, I done drunk too much lean
And took a Roxy too
I grew up with my uncle crack
Sellin' and my auntie too
Bro got a body count like Mad Max, bag back
Cash ninety thirties from the earners
Off my ass cap
I could tell by yo' jeans that yo' ass cap
Spent two K on Balenciaga dead heads
You need killers for protection
I cannot be seen with felons
How can I cut 'em off? We
Hang in the same sections
Fuck the paperwork
It's too much time we got invested
Real shoes a thousand
Better watch out where you steppin'
I know Soda probably snuck his
Double cups in heaven
I know five thousand beans can get
You tied in with some letters
I did shit for the gang
Won't bring it up once detroit player
See the world through some ice Buffs
Speakin' bad about my guys'll
Get you fucked up
Cold nights at granny house
We was bunched up
Danny told me "If the people catch you
Shut the fuck up"
Watch on a short vaca' to get 'em bust up
Cargo Amiris, ten in every pocket
Put some cheese on a nigga, andy Milonakis
You can work a bag or live average
Them yo' options scams or the grams
You get money I don't knock you
Tee St michaels
Pussy good and I might ice you
Jeans Saint Laurent
Take more meds than yo' aunt
Sittin' at the bar with the owner
Takin' shots rental stuffed like a turkey
Get us there without a stop
Be careful with that Wock', drop some'
New piece came with a chop, mop some'
Face, he like to burn through a town
I think Oxford
Wanna keep yo' bitch from bustin' down
Put a lock on her
Knee on the steering wheel
Pourin' up the lean while I'm drivin'
Tints on that Mercedes
Ain't no tellin' who inside it
Ain't never seen my opps at the bank
It's like they hidin'
Kick yo' stupid ass up out the
Car if you ain't ridin'
This for gangsters only
Everything I did was for the gang
Bro why you hatin' on me?
Hunnid' racks on me for no reason
This ain't nothin' new
Lemonade with a four of Quagen
This is not a deuce
Every nigga round me battle tested
You are not a troop i'm sick
I heard my nigga made a statement
But I ain't got the proof
Rumor has it Peezy fell off
But that is not the truth
I wipе my ass with yo' life savings
When you ain't got a clue
Rеd and white Supreme hat on me
I feel like Dr seuss
I snatch a bad bitch up out the
Club like "What we 'bout to do?"
Sleepy, I done drunk too much lean
And took a Roxy too
I grew up with my uncle crack
Sellin' and my auntie too
Bro got a body count like Mad Max, bag back
Cash ninety thirties from the earners
Off my ass cap
I could tell by yo' jeans that yo' ass cap
Spent two K on Balenciaga dead heads
You need killers for protection
I cannot be seen with felons
How can I cut 'em off? We
Hang in the same sections
Fuck the paperwork
It's too much time we got invested
Real shoes a thousand
Better watch out where you steppin'
I know Soda probably snuck his
Double cups in heaven
I know five thousand beans can get
You tied in with some letters
I did shit for the gang
Won't bring it up once detroit player
See the world through some ice Buffs
Speakin' bad about my guys'll
Get you fucked up
Cold nights at granny house
We was bunched up
Danny told me "If the people catch you
Shut the fuck up"
Watch on a short vaca' to get 'em bust up
Cargo Amiris, ten in every pocket
Put some cheese on a nigga, andy Milonakis
You can work a bag or live average
Them yo' options scams or the grams
You get money I don't knock you
Tee St michaels
Pussy good and I might ice you
Jeans Saint Laurent
Take more meds than yo' aunt
Sittin' at the bar with the owner
Takin' shots rental stuffed like a turkey
Get us there without a stop
Be careful with that Wock', drop some'
New piece came with a chop, mop some'
Face, he like to burn through a town
I think Oxford
Wanna keep yo' bitch from bustin' down
Put a lock on her