Abmg Spitta - Wave Lyrics

I swear I'm sick and tired of niggas out here tryna catch wave
I dozed off in the trap cuz i ain't fall asleep in days
We ain't worried bout no beef cuz we know either way we paid
It's Amiri for my jeans bitch these ain't no serenede
Yeah this Zaza that I'm smoking bitch this ain't no lemon haze
Green tip 5.56's loose a limb if he get grazed
Got my bitch to clean my messes she get tired i need a maid
I got some secrets with my shooters I'm gone take em to the grave
Give a nigga 5.56's i ain't tryna catch no fade
I ain't gotta front my move i know he sweet as lemonade
Throw his body in the lake so he don't even need a grave
My nigga never fuck around don't play no games like arcades
Bitch I'm the realist in booth He had a gun but didn't shoot
Might kick a door i need the lute drac turn his 4 door to a coupe
Glocky came wit a new flash this bitch turn to a photoshoot
She wasn't tryna fuck the gang so i just gave that how the boot
Swear I'm sick and tired of niggas tryna wave ride
Conversations wit that drac yeah got face time
Caught a nigga tryna run so i hit straight spine
I know my dog gone get em gone cuz he don't waste time
I swear I'm sick and tired of niggas out here tryna catch wave
I dozed off in the trap cuz i ain't fall asleep in days
We ain't worried bout no beef cuz we know either way we paid
It's Amiri for my jeans bitch these ain't no serenede
Yeah this Zaza that I'm smoking bitch this ain't no lemon haze
Green tip 5.56's loose a limb if he get grazed
Got my bitch to clean my messes she get tired i need a maid
I got some secrets with my shooters I'm gone take em to the grave

I swear I'm sick and tired of niggas out here tryna catch wave
I dozed off in the trap cuz i ain't fall asleep in days
We ain't worried bout no beef cuz we know either way we paid
It's Amiri for my jeans bitch these ain't no serenede
Yeah this Zaza that I'm smoking bitch this ain't no lemon haze
Green tip 5.56's loose a limb if he get grazed
Got my bitch to clean my messes she get tired i need a maid
I got some secrets with my shooters I'm gone take em to the grave
Give a nigga 5.56's i ain't tryna catch no fade
I ain't gotta front my move i know he sweet as lemonade
Throw his body in the lake so he don't even need a grave
My nigga never fuck around don't play no games like arcades
Bitch I'm the realist in booth He had a gun but didn't shoot
Might kick a door i need the lute drac turn his 4 door to a coupe
Glocky came wit a new flash this bitch turn to a photoshoot
She wasn't tryna fuck the gang so i just gave that how the boot
Swear I'm sick and tired of niggas tryna wave ride
Conversations wit that drac yeah got face time
Caught a nigga tryna run so i hit straight spine
I know my dog gone get em gone cuz he don't waste time
I swear I'm sick and tired of niggas out here tryna catch wave
I dozed off in the trap cuz i ain't fall asleep in days
We ain't worried bout no beef cuz we know either way we paid
It's Amiri for my jeans bitch these ain't no serenede
Yeah this Zaza that I'm smoking bitch this ain't no lemon haze
Green tip 5.56's loose a limb if he get grazed
Got my bitch to clean my messes she get tired i need a maid
I got some secrets with my shooters I'm gone take em to the grave