Verse 1
Putting y'all in y'all fucking place
Don't ask me why I'm fucking late
Don't ask if I fucking ate
If I eat you all on my fucking plate
Living life in that casket boy
Home address but no action, whore, you just talkin yo ass off
Or, you just like to be nasty, I been given that glass pipe
Smoking all of my cash in shit, I been living that fast life
Stop me if I'm just bragging, I been gone
Dropping songs with my conscious on them Givenchy floors
Givenchy Furs and that Raunchy whore, Versace core, but no kind of, or
Blowing with 2 transactions, Put me all in that castle shore
I been givin this passion but I'm so damaged, that I can't manage
Don't speak on shit you can't handle, the truth in the booth
And lord I can't handle
That these niggas think I'm something they can handle
NEW WAVE niggas I'm coming cool anthem
NEW WAVE niggas I'm coming full tantrum
Rock my waves, du-rag and gold fangs naw that phase is old
I'm gone change, Pyrex vision, the youth is gone bang
Try that different, the truth is gone hang
Put it in the roots, I choose my own lane
Women getting loose, they loose, they can't hang
Women getting loose, they loose, they can't hand
NEW WAVE!
Hook
WAVE, WAVE, NEW WAVE, NEW WAVE, WAVE x3
Verse: 2
My time is coming, we never know but my grind is something
Grind hard, keep the rhyming strong, Riding alone
Four bitches in the finest thongs
Four bitches and the cameras on
Go bitches get your shinning on
Your bitches put them diamonds on
New waves finna smash, ride along
Drown in my sorrows, long as the ride show
Call me diablo fiends on the rise, le'land niggas
Kick them all out the house ho, bless me heavenly god
I'm on this path and I know I'm never this smart
I'm gonna shine, and I know ill never go far
Haters ain't the same, forever and more, WRATH blown
Show me them candles, show me them boards, bring me them virgins
Performance a séance, sex in the air, the mist is here
Fog on the windows, kiss the ear, kiss the pearl
Then twist an curl, hit the swerve and I disappear
Life is on so I practice more, shitting on niggas
But the price is more, 2k for a verse yeah taxing Boi
Never known for a verse that's as whack as y'all's
I can't be wrong, you can't decide
You whack motherfuckers better rest aside
Ibns come Better reconcile, testify, you better check your files
NEW WAVE!
Hook
[Bridge]
Verse 3
Riding on a bike in a cold storm
Bitches pulling tricks out the court room
Dorm room full of them hormones
Threesomes something, Oh Jeez it's coming
Ride through the storm ho keep it coming
Keep below but don't speak, I'm coming!
Hold the blinds, we never fold I'm lying
Pick them hoes so the floor is mine
Living that life of a don, bitch don't surprise me
I hate surprises!
Play this, with the ghost in mind
This is a New sound niggas better hope its boundaries
New rules and the cult surround me
Fuck y'all niggas I'm the coldest round here
Feeling like where the dope around here
Fuck y'all niggas where the hope around here
Chi-town niggas but we so behind here
And we open homes, these family's get they coping on
We scared, be scared, but we hope for more
Altgeld never shown remorse, we ah Breed of a kind that you can't control
In the streets that you can't control, police so deep, but they can't patrol
Riding on a bike in a cold storm
