Waves - Gunna, Polo G

All my style Louis V, think she smokin' for free

Bitch, these pounds wasn’t cheap

Contract killers lay you down for a fee

Glock go, «Baow,» rest in peace

He get found in the streets

They get wild with that heat

Uh, X7, sports truck, i8, doors up

Dirty Sprite, pourin' up

Only drop a four and up

They ain’t steppin' more than us

Slid through they block and tore it up

My lil' sniper like KD, gon' pass 'em, he scorin', clutch

All night off X pills, in traffic, they goin' nuts

Servin' out the backdoor 'cause the trap windows boarded up

Don’t think it’s sweet 'cause I rap though

Got a gun store on the tour bus

Like an encore, we gon' clap more

A lil' ten shot won’t do enough

Jumped off the porch (Porch), plush, two-door Porsche (Plush)

Got vibes in New York (Vibes in New York), got stars in the Royce (Stars in the

Royce)

My style is Dior (Dior), got wild freaky hoes (Wild freaky hoes)

Keep codeine and pour (Pour), the wave with no shore (Wave)

Jumped off the porch (Porch), plush, two-door Porsche (Plush)

Got vibes in New York (Vibes in New York), got stars in the Royce (Stars in the

Royce)

My style is Dior (Dior), got wild freaky hoes (Wild freaky hoes)

Keep codeine and pour (Pour), the wave with no shore (Wave)