[Verse]

Oz by my ribs
I'm dashing from the crib
I'm ripping in the beam
While I was sippin' on some beam
I was fucking blacked out
Hoping it isn't totaled
When I woke up still alive
I felt just like a Mogul
27k a year on some fucking dope
Nothing else near can help me fucking cope
It was written that I'd be spittin' and great
I'm constantly drive by my vision and fate
19 and made a bad decision or eight
In this state it's time to bounce
With some potnas on a plane
I'm jonesen' for a fucking ounce
Only focused on the strains
My cousin booling in the keys
I'm in CT smoking trees
Ganja on the balcony
Bird's eye view like falcons be
By 2018 I'll be out in Cali
Out there chiefing by the Valley
Platinum kush I'm in a rush
Grab the luggage, I'm fucking bugging
Fuck a budget, need some keys and a musket
By the dozen you already know that we're up to something
Sometimes it's hard to concentrate
That's why my homie's got the concentrates
I'm just hoping the 5.0 do not come and confiscate
I don't think I'm hot shit
Just that I supply the fucking hotness
And that my flows are more monstrous than the lochness
I'm mixing up the concoction
Drop the ice in the fucking liquor
Since they left me with no other fucking options
I felt like fucking Pedro
The way I go after the pesos
I didn't wanna have to call in that favor
Don't like having to fuck with that labor
Called my man out in Los Angeles by the Lakers
Told him once it's done you can collect the paper
I started gutting the wood and breaking up the reefer
Everybody that gathered was eager
Until I fucked with their souls like ether
I said this is a personal
It's not anything personal
Even though I got an ounce of weed
And my bitch's purse is full
Wavy K, Wavy Killer, Wavy Krockett
The best to ever do it
Nobody could ever fucking stop it
Just look at the situation
I'm not intimidated by the intimidation that they attempt to display
Hopped in the 328i
Lights came on the dash
Hit a buck sixty in a fucking flash
I'm wishing I was headed to Kuwait
With sour diesel by the crate
With all that fucking weight
It's too difficult to wait
My homie got in and said
"Yo you got some potential
You gotta keep on writing though
That shit is so fucking essential"
He was like
"You're the waviest
And honestly they crazy if
They claim you aren't of the mother fucking waviest
Told the producer to produce the beat for me specially
Since killing instrumentals is my mother fucking specialty
The pen and pad I carry are my weaponry
And with them I can easily disable anyone of my enemies
They call me Wavy Korley, it's short for Corleone
Within the near future I'll be taking over the throne
But I'm not taking it alone
I'll take your fucking girl out
Pack the bong and
Have her smoking on the fucking girl scout
Decided to hit the diner
12 in the morning my phone buzzing with reminders
I gotta couple packs to run
Told her I'd be back by one
Lil drowsy, smoking loudly, I'm thankful for the dope
Smoking bundles, out the struggle there was barely hope
Now you see I got an opportunity
It's something that is new to me
I watched how it affected Jozif
And who he grew to be
For now I'm in the sauna
With a marijuana bong
My only thoughts are "Girls Girls Girls"
I might drop a verse on that Hova song
To reiterate I'm the waviest
And you all going overboard
Everybody begins to see the waves
And screams "Oh my Lord"