Young Stove - Waavy Lyrics

(Yuh I swear to God)
Za
Yeah this shit is not a joke, I'm the one to get the last laugh
I'm laughing to the bank, Za all day check the hashtag
Young stove killed the beat, flags at half-mast
30 For 30 like the clock is stuck at half-past (Okay Shorty)
Shorty bring that beat back yeah I'm ready to attack
Bitch I am a dog, But I'm still a fat cat
And this, Dom Perignon make her look back
So I gave her one taste one and shorty never looked back (I swear to God)
Guess I'm fathering the game, Bitch I raised the bar
Blacked out spaceship, Cause we going to mars.
I pull up like the speed of light, shining, going far
Say I'm out this world, bitch I'm a motherf*cking star
Yuh, I swear to god
Yuh, yuh -yuh I swear to god
Yuh, yuh I swear to god
Yuh, yuh I Swear to god
Cause It's young Stove
Bitch, I'm heating up
Jumping out the coupe baby it's like double Dutch
I gotta, couple shorties that I wish we stayed in touch and
I don't gotta say it, yeah, they don't say too much aye (nah)
Hold on wait a minute, Y'all thought I was finished
If you ain't first you're last and I'm in it to win it
Yeah they call me Ricky Bobby boy I be always winning
Million-dollar smile so I be steady grinning
Cause the Stove's lit like 300 degrees
Took one look athen she broke down to her knees
I got her, wetter than the ocean and I'm underseas
She said she ain't coming so I told the bitch please
She said thank you so I said next (Ooh)
She in the Uber hit me with the double text (Ugh)
Pull up n wreck baby I don't mean no disrespect
Did it for fame baby I just did it for the sex
Henny Fronto Bitch I'm mixin up like Chex
And Nike jumpsuit the only time I double-check
Since I dropped flossed all I've done is f*ckin' flex
Now Me and Shorty try to roll in peace no XXX
Yuh, I swear to god
Yuh, yuh I swear to god
Yuh, yuh I swear to god
Yuh, yuh I Swear to god
(I said)
If you don't know, bitch I am too wavy
The money coming in baby and it's all gravy
I touch down like AB, middle finger up
Cause it's f*ck you pay me, Za
Backwoods backroads in a thirty doin' eighty
Real recognize real, Three points, Mercedes
'Sace glasses on me baby guess I'm super shady
Don't ask me why I do it girl just know the money made me
Yuh, I swear to god
Za, Boujee, Iced Out you know that's the squad
Hit ya with the quick fade, that's that Sweeney Todd
Cause its Young Stove and Shorty on the beat we chop it up I swear to god (Za)
(Yuh, I swear to god)
(Yuh, yuh I swear to god)
(Yuh, yuh I swear to god)
(Yuh, yuh I Swear to god)
(I said, If you don't know, bitch I am too wavy)
(Money coming in baby and it's all gravy)
(I touch down like AB, Middle finger up)
(Cause it's f*ck you pay me, Za)
(Okay Shorty)