[Intro:DELTA ARTHUR]
We gotta tell em Wavy

[Verse: DELTA ARTHUR]
Bitch I keep that pack in my closet
Closing deals, call me closer
Bitch I keep that strap in my glovebox
Never know where those opps come from
Acid on my tongue
We be wildin in the streets
When we shoot we never miss
Mist in my lungs
Wrist twistin - did it once
If you hate you'll bleed from dirty mouth
Got no faith in the god
Got more faith in my gun
50 shots and I'm drunk
50 shots in my drum
50 thots wanna fuck
I ain't done with them yet
Throw a party at the crib
Call the plug for some help
Yeah you know I gotta grind
Yeah I gotta make me money
Yeah success is on my mind
I'm addicted, ain't no junkie
I get paid, I get laid
She wants back, but it's too late
Cut the bullshit from the past
All this fake shit will get no pass
Delta

Fuk those haters talkin bout

[Verse Intro: Wavy Dem]
Aye nobody give a fuck about this shit

[Verse: Wavy Dem]
I need top top
Parking, it’s my top spot
She can stop stop
But she ain’t gone stop stop
Fuck a cop, cop
Need to drop a lot, lot
Drop a top, top
Watch how we grow up, up
Closer, gotta be closer
Bitchi, you gotta be closer
Gotta be closer
Baby just don’t turn your nose up
Gotta be closer
Bitchi, you gotta be closer
Gotta be closer
Bitchi you gotta be closer

Feeling like I’m dolphin, I just wanna hug and kiss
Wavy got that ocean, and I’m glistening on them fiends
It’s salable shit, but you broke and won’t be rich
Sick, got no problems when you ain’t got no shit
Daddi on call, Daddi prepared and I’m ready to ball, ballin’ like “uh”
Not scared of a fall, couse fallin’ on top it’s painful at all, fallin’ like “uh”
Bitch,Imma Dog, bitch, I’m ill, moshpit on my show, I’m ready to blow, and I’m ready to kill
Ready to call, Daddi in deal, ready to ball
Wanna flexing over me? You on the dole
And I’m still in full control, on my own