Fifa (feat. Lil Duke) - Bando Wavey

Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy I can't inside if I can't take my gun All these bitches screaming they know I'm the one I will kill one of these fuck niggas for fun Duke my dog he wit me like muhfuckin hunts All my niggas wit me we gone run it up Use to be broke now we in them Bentley trucks I'm just trying to get money and live it up Keep my name out yo mouth if you don't make enough Oh, I'm tryna go gold And my boy shoot like a solider You will get clapped like magnolia You didn't know Why the fuck you a have a note Check my clothes No I can't tell you the sto' Bankroll bankroll bankroll bankroll I did a 40 for a show I did a 40 need some mo Need perks need mo' You on a xan you need some mo I just wanna sip lean till I'm on the floor sleep, eyes closed Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy Use to be running and ducking on cops Trap In the spot you can run up a block Money over bitches don't need no thot Heard he was talking crazy point him out Duke the blue devil done ran up a knock Imma grinding till I hit the top Remember them days I was on the block Imma keep goin and they just want my spot Stay in my lane and I gotta keep goin Uno he wit me not shooting for fun Lil nigga but my pockets on Pun Diamonds they shining they don't I don't need no sun Pull up and hop out them niggas start running Flipping and turning that money like laundry Get off yo ass and go get you some money Run that shit up and you can't trust nobody Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy

Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin', "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) You know I stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks) My bro don't know how to read but he still know how to weigh a block (block) Throw shots at me on the 'Gram but real Gs never stir the pot My opps stay on they live, only person watchin' is the cops (stupid) I don't pay attention to petty shit Better tell 'em get off the porch I'll get your granny hit (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Poppers and chops for nothin', don't be next on the list (yeah) My shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss When we say we ride 'round with them sticks, we ain't talkin' wood (yeah) Why do I take these Percs? 'Cause they make me feel good (good) Can't ignore these threats, even though I know I should (should) No 2Pac, get two shots tryna play me like Suge Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards (slatt, slatt) And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) We comin' straight out Atlanta (Atlanta) I pour that mud in the Fanta (lean) Born with a whole lot of manners (manners) I'm fuckin' on Dirty Diana (Diana) Can't walk in my shoes, you don't know what it take Run with the real, I can spot out the fake I'm knowin' that all the real niggas relate They started hatin' when I came out the gate Sticks with me and I'm totin' them sticks Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch Came out the mud and they hate I got rich Kept it too solid, I'm bangin' that six Gave him a knot, got lil' buddy 'nem hit Now I wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits Never, can not fall in love with no thot I get a kick out lettin' my buddy 'nem hit Been had the vision, now I'm on a mission I love all my niggas, we live so relentless Boss when we hoppin' out Maybachs and Bentleys I got me some top and put dick in her kidneys She told me I was the realest to hit it I hop in a Lambo', go handle my business (skrrt) I just been tourin', been gone for a minute She don't complain 'cause she know I been gettin' it Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt)

Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed We fuckin' on the low now (low now) Rockin' all these shows (shows, oh) Trap house get them lows out (lows out) Too high geeked, I dozed off I'm thе one that they chose now (chosе now) Everything I post, goes now (goes now) I'm stackin' it up for that rose now (rose now) We takin' chances, don't need no advance (need no advance) Daddy went and died, had pounds in the pantry (pounds in the pantry) I need a blunt, had a bitch with no panties (bitch with no panties) She hid the clip, boy, as soon as I'm landing (soon as I'm landing) Talkin' 'bout me but they ain't know my style (my style) Came from the bottom like what is the while? I really don't give a fuck where he from (he from) You told him, "Stick with them drums" Baby girl, you know you nice (know you nice) Came out the slum and I earned all my stripes (earned all my stripes) What I'm tryin' say is that we fuckin' tonight (fuckin' tonight) Niggas be hatin', they can't live my life (can't live my life) I been too bad, I might make her my wife (make her my wife) He in all black like a thief in the night (thief in the night) Everyday with me, she wantin' to pipe (wantin' to pipe) She say I hit it, that bitch was a lie Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed Put it down, baby, dance on the D, yeah (yeah) Need a bih 'bout it, yeah, this the V-12 Say your ex is a lame and he tryna keep up in the club and he fucked up in real Put my heart on my sleeve when I vibe with you (vibe) Glasses on, only eyes for you (the eyes) Buy you Prada 'cause I'm proud of you (proud) Put my pride to the side for you Be aggressive when I'm inside of you Na-na, we ain't takin' no L's (na-na) In Atlanta, we matchin' Chanel Double drank for this cash in the bail Give you my heart but I cannot chill Give you my heart but I cannot chill I got issues and I know it, baby Know I'm the future, feel like Rocky and you know it, baby 'Cause she know me and Duke, we was in the booth, red light, I'm elevated Watch how you pour my cup, lately I been goin' through things Talk to 'em! (Woo, yeah) I don't even know the bitch (I don't even know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed

Yeah, yeah Matt, what up? Woah 6:30 AM, street life 48Hz Nonstop Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Bust down a Rollie and that's perfect timing Lately, been on the low, I been grindin' I want this shit, I'm for real And I won't stop until I get a mil' I'm only runnin' with real Came from the bottom, I stood in the field These guns automatic, fully or semi I know that they envy, YSL trending Drip all the way from my head to my toes Remember them days I was kickin' them doors This is the life that I chose Look at they face, I pulled up in that Rove' Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Street shit, keepin' it trill for 'em I kept it too real for 'em I fucked the lil' bitch and she famous Can't say shit, 'cause she still goin' Niggas can't come where I hang at, that shit'll get real for 'em She like to get fucked in her anus and like to get spit on Same money I spent on my pound Same money on them Rick Owens Talk about me when I'm not around And the same people ain't got shit goin' I'll knock your top off, I'm hot as hot sauce, yeah Took her to Top Golf Treat me like a mob boss when I'm with my gang Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless 48Hz Taking 'em down when I'm down Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers

Aye yuh Goyard on my body I got Gucci on my Toes Choppa hit a nigga it's gon' turn friends into foes Niggas hella mad I get money with my bros Act like your friends but they opp'n on the low I'm sippin' cotton candy Faygo You know imma lay low Don't worry 'bout them bitches baby They just want my pesos The ones that's with me stay close They do what I say so And if a nigga try to test me we shoot it like Halo MCM my belt got designer to the feet Nigga wanted smoke so I told him we could meet Just go send the addy then we really gonna see Is you really bluffin' or you really in these streets But I still gotta get to the bag nigga all day Remember all I heard was laughing walking through the hall way But they the same ones that's switching up When they see a nigga up Call me I ain't pickin' up I'm laying back and kickin' up I got it from the bottom man our come ups ain't the same Been grinding for a check when you really the fame I do it cuz I love it I go crazy for the game This music in my soul and I'm tryna make a name And when you go and make it they spiteful and got sad eyes They the ones that's fake but they paint you as the bad guy But I'm out here ventin' Relieving all this tension Continue my ascension I don't give them no mentions Goyard on my body I got Gucci on my Toes Choppa hit a nigga it's gon' turn friends into foes Niggas hella mad I get money with my bros Act like your friends but they opp'n on the low I'm sippin' cotton candy Faygo You know imma lay low Don't worry 'bout them bitches baby They just want my pesos The ones that's with me stay close They do what I say so And if a nigga try to test me we shoot it like Halo Goyard on my body I got Gucci on my Toes Choppa hit a nigga it's gon' turn friends into foes Niggas hella mad I get money with my bros Act like your friends but they opp'n on the low I'm sippin' cotton candy Faygo You know imma lay low Don't worry 'bout them bitches baby They just want my pesos The ones that's with me stay close They do what I say so And if a nigga try to test me we shoot it like Halo Aye yah Aye yah Aye yah Aye

I'm her MCM, so she gon fuck me on a Monday No she not with him, she at my crib love the Feng shui Top me in the back seat She running like a track meet Saddle up and take this ride, I ain't know it was that deep Yeah I'm her MCM, so she gon' fuck me on a Monday No she not with him, she at my crib love the Feng Shui Top me in the back seat She running like a track meet Saddle up and take this ride, I ain't know it was that deep Seen me at my station I'm a player I ain't 4 you Fly to Tokyo I need that Kami call me Goku Ain't got time for fake lies Uruchimaru snake eyes Try to test me nigga you gon' end up right on dateline Just fucked her sister, hit her one time dismiss her Aye aye My wrist glist up so bright glare your picture Aye aye Never gon' miss her, told her can't be your mister Aye aye Gotta get richer, pockets gon' scream no whisper Aye aye Zenzeniewoitai Kokorowokasenai Anatahasukijanai Okanekazoetai Fit too flea let's flick it up You see how I switch it up Live my life don't give a fuck Need my cash don't care bout love I'm her MCM, she gon fuck me on a Monday No she not with him, yeah she at my crib love the Feng shui Top me in the back seat She running like a track meet Saddle up and take this ride, I ain't know it was that deep Monday Love the Feng Shui

So Tell me, How you wanna love on me but you don't even know me Love to turn they back but still act like ya homie I just wanna live it up and get right the dough please Don't claim what living like then turn right and get hoe'd see See I don't care what you talking bout Yo girl will get tossed about Blasting till the so def find my white tee then I walk it out Double R that's on the coupe, one for Ricky that's the shoes One for Racks they on the loose, must catch 'em then ash and move Count up 1,2,3 who gon fuck with me Make my CashApp sing not talking do re mi Ayo Wavey, Wavey, Wavey, tell me can it be Yes I'm Mr.WetHerUp she brought her own jet ski So Tell me, How you wanna love on me but you don't even know me Love to turn they back but still act like ya homie I just wanna live it up and get right the dough please Don't claim what living like then turn right and get hoe'd see So Tell me, How you wanna love on me but you don't even know me Love to turn they back but still act like ya homie I just wanna live it up and get right the dough please Don't claim what living like then turn right and get hoe'd see She wanna bring me down so I get high again Yeah she wanna bring me round but I say that we are just friends No please don't make a sound if you ain't with then we'll end Live my life of sin, no I ain't here for pretend Fell in love with me, she take pics with my chain Her man I cannot be, but the dick make her sing Flooded out my neck, but I leave my wrist plane Heavy stepping, heavy weapon, don't you plot on my name Tell me, How you wanna love on me but you don't even know me Niggas love to turn they back but still act like ya homie I just wanna live it up and get right the dough please Don't claim what living like then turn right and get hoe'd see

(Hey, its me) (I mean, you know that) (Me trying) (I don't know if or when you'll ever call me back) (But I'll keep trying) (I don't know what else you expect me to do) Aye I'm in Neiman's spending money that I made from like a year ago If she play with stars and talk to moons I won't go near the hoe All them bitches problems but somehow they always notice me Walk up in the room and I'm that nigga how it's supposed to be He ain't got no range man he like Rondo from the three I ain't stopping till I got a AP flooded from the sea No, you a bitch so who you pressing? Cuz I know that shit ain't me I ain't the type to let it slide so watch your tempo, tone, and key (Do you really not care what we did before?) (Will we ever be the same?) (Will we ever make amends? We really won't ever be friends again?) (Is this where we end?) (If thats what you want) (If thats the message that you're trying to send, then I'll leave you alone) But despite all that we've been through I can't continue Only care about yourself so it's fucking up my mental Used to care about your problems, wished that I could solve 'em Pushed me away, oh yay, ain't that shit so awesome? Though I pulled up in a wagon still might leave out in a 'vette Two things that I care about, my family and a check Living in the moment, give a fuck about what's next Imma find out either way so why the fuck we supposed to stress? You wouldn't tell 'bout the issue, how the fuck I'm supposed to guess? That's one of them moments where it feel like you just treat me like the rest It fall on me cuz I believed you when you said it'd never end Like did you mean it? Or you really out here playing for pretend? You broke my heart so sit there, tell me how the fuck we gon be friends I'm gon be honest I don't really think I wanna make amends But you said I was the problem, could be crying in a benz I said it's love from the beginning man that shit'll never end (And I don't wanna say the wrong thing) (And I-) (I just want you to know,) (That I'm sorry) (And I'll keep apologizing for long as it takes) (I know I made a big mistake) (I'm sorry for what I did, I didn't mean it) (I wish I could take it back) (I wish it didn't knock us off track like it did) (I wish, things could be back like it was before) (Before I let the words come out, without thinking it through) (I just didn't think it through) Why all the people that I love the most the ones that hurt me? Why ever single girl I seem to like just don't deserve me? Every time I pick my head up, lose another person close to me Like can I just get a chance to fucking breathe, like how it supposed to be? Party in the front, I roll my problem in a wood Skrt off in a GLE, I'm riding through the hood One day I'll pick my head up, everything be going good I just gotta focus on myself the rest is understood

She over here giving brain to me She said I love when you sing to me Money it just ain't a thing to me This music shit it ain't a game to me I'm busy running my bands up While you complain and throwing your hands up Might pour up more lines then a stanza Say fuck it we take you for ransom She over here giving brain to me She said I love when you sing to me Money it just ain't a thing to me This music shit it ain't a game to me I'm busy running my bands up While you complain and throwing your hands up Might pour up more lines then a stanza Say fuck it we take you for ransom I might say fuck it and pour some shit I might say fuck it and roll some shit I just might fuck on the baddest bitch Wavey gon fuck on the raddest bitch I might say fuck it and pour some shit I might say fuck it and roll some shit I just might fuck on the baddest bitch Wavey gon fuck on the raddest bitch Like hold up Lemme talk to em At least a band on my fit with I walk through Told em watch your tone when you talk too Though I'm putting in work I'm the boss too Guess that's why yo bitch wanna sex me Why she always chilling with her bestie Wanna guess please? Yeah that's me Can't test my name, Can't press me If we talking bout bands I got hella If we picking out thorns I want Bella Know she feeling the vibe we not regular She gon fuck with the kid cuz I'm pressure Know they peeping the drip when they see me Why they hate but they still wanna be me Imma leave 'em in wonder like Stevie Know my diamonds they shining in 3D Ksubi with the Ricky, that lil thotty picky She gon give me hickey, gripping on my blicky Asked her if she ready, go girl give me heady Always keep a Becky, she said wavey reck me She over here giving brain to me She said I love when you sing to me Money it just ain't a thing to me This music shit it ain't a game to me I'm busy running my bands up While you complain and throwing your hands up Might pour up more lines then a stanza Say fuck it we take you for ransom She over here giving brain to me She said I love when you sing to me Money it just ain't a thing to me This music shit it ain't a game to me I'm busy running my bands up While you complain and throwing your hands up Might pour up more lines then a stanza Say fuck it we take you for ransom