Kid Wavyy - 2minuteswavyy (feat. 2minutesolder) Lyrics

Toast for me
Hoes pose for me
Wait 2 years back they was ghosting me
Yeah
I went from Soundcloud to big stages
They talkin cash I make more wages
I turned my nissan to new gauges
Niggas who hated got blank faces
2 got the pack ain't no suitcases
I play my hand and got all aces
2minuteswavyy got real platinum tendencies
We play these hoes like that old sega genesis
Don't want no fake niggas up on my premises
F*ck a Ferrari I want me a Pegasus
All these people asking questions
I ain't flexin
I just smoke the best and Imma send it
I been feeling good so now I'm teaching lessons
When I get a check you know Imma spend it
All these people call me Brady Bennett
It's 2minuteswavyy we go in it
Yeah I'm feeling good so Imma go get it
If I'm in the place then I'm probably winning
I'm probably with it
I won't forget it
I'm smoking spinach you know I been living
That shit was given know I wont forget it
Got these bitches tripping and I'm on a mission

I feel like God talking to me
Stupid bitch stop talking to me
I want that a list you feel me
I want that new deal you feel me

I want bands, bands
That lil hoe she wanna dance, dance
People think they be my friends, friends
F*ck a friend I just want fans, fans
I got bands, bands
Niggas be clapping they hands, hands
I see 'em out in the grandstands
I think I might be the man, damn

Got hoes with me
Got O's and G's
Yeah I'm f*cking with these flows till I go to sleep
I ain't going to sleep I'm just rolling beats
Got that bitch and she gon' f*ckin blow the leaves
Like dam, ayy
Fast like a marathon
Double me up like I'm in a decathlon
Don't want that bitch but she keep f*cking latching on
I put my stacks in the muhf*ckin mattress now
Yuh
I got a plan
Like I'm the man
Bitch acting bougie but she just a fan
I'm gettin bands like it's day and night
Contact me catch me on private flight
I came up fast I look back in the rear view
2minutesolder and wavyy the rare few
I hear they verses they be so subpar
Look in the sky you see me on that star
I blasted off hoes acting off
Yeah I'm gettin money like Mike Jackson's mom
Or like Asher Roth, Kardashian
Way she make her ass jump like trampoline

I want bands, bands
That lil hoe she wanna dance, dance
People think they be my friends, friends
F*ck a friend I just want fans, fans
I got bands, bands
Niggas be clapping they hands, hands
I see 'em out in the grandstands
I think I might be the man, damn

I feel like god talking to me
Stupid bitch stop talking to me
I want that a list you feel me
I want that new deal you feel me

I want some bands
Imma stack 'em in my pants
Maybe spend 'em in Japan
I want some bands
Imma stack 'em in my pants
Maybe spend 'em in Japan
I want some bands