Jae Haze, Gzus Piece - Wicked Waves Lyrics

This shit too wicked like two witches
Whippin' a potion that's too vicious
Me and piece two beasts
Cookin' in this kitchen
Scrappin' the pots and pans
The stove eyes on high
Nigga we got the land
Stay fly like I forgot to land
Oh that's yo big homie
He on and you not
Nigga that's not ya mans
You niggas ass backwards
I demand my respect and a check
Why check my temperature when I got them hands
Don't make me spazz and just beat yo ass
(I teach yo ass) to stay out grown man business
And raise ya hand to speak in class (Goofy)
When in session you in the presence of a legend
Niggas getting too desperate
Reaching they see me stretching
I keep em guessing they don't know shit about it
Fuck with me and piece my nigga I doubt it
Far as next we got it
Ahh
Gzus
Now who in they right minds
Would choose this most dangerous business
Especially when the bread is trash
And half these niggas is bitches
If they had it they way
I'd just be stanking and shitting
But when the light hit the ice
It twankle and glisten
Now hol up hol up hol up
Let me adjust the temperature
This some Gzus Haze and it's strong like the minister
I'm nice with this rap shit but I'll finish ya
Like down down up down high punch delivert ya
Shoutout to P the immaculate wordsmith
Who smacked in yo neck
To get you off of that nerd shit
You can't never fly
Cause yo chicken the wrong bird bitch
And you ain't never heard nothing dope
If you ain't heard this
Serve hits two niggas
Like this was a cheese block
And if I stop smoking
I'd shut down three weed slots
Nigga need peace out here like niggas need pac
This that fuckin' pack that have you
Chillin' in the tree tops
What's happenin'

This shit too wicked like two witches
Whippin' a potion that's too vicious
Me and piece two beasts
Cookin' in this kitchen
Scrappin' the pots and pans
The stove eyes on high
Nigga we got the land
Stay fly like I forgot to land
Oh that's yo big homie
He on and you not
Nigga that's not ya mans
You niggas ass backwards
I demand my respect and a check
Why check my temperature when I got them hands
Don't make me spazz and just beat yo ass
(I teach yo ass) to stay out grown man business
And raise ya hand to speak in class (Goofy)
When in session you in the presence of a legend
Niggas getting too desperate
Reaching they see me stretching
I keep em guessing they don't know shit about it
Fuck with me and piece my nigga I doubt it
Far as next we got it
Ahh
Gzus
Now who in they right minds
Would choose this most dangerous business
Especially when the bread is trash
And half these niggas is bitches
If they had it they way
I'd just be stanking and shitting
But when the light hit the ice
It twankle and glisten
Now hol up hol up hol up
Let me adjust the temperature
This some Gzus Haze and it's strong like the minister
I'm nice with this rap shit but I'll finish ya
Like down down up down high punch delivert ya
Shoutout to P the immaculate wordsmith
Who smacked in yo neck
To get you off of that nerd shit
You can't never fly
Cause yo chicken the wrong bird bitch
And you ain't never heard nothing dope
If you ain't heard this
Serve hits two niggas
Like this was a cheese block
And if I stop smoking
I'd shut down three weed slots
Nigga need peace out here like niggas need pac
This that fuckin' pack that have you
Chillin' in the tree tops
What's happenin'