Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Wallace
Songwriter
Finlay Moses
Songwriter
Lyrics
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think they got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
I'm here for a good time, not a long one
But fuck it, let them have it if they're coming like they want some Youngest in the game, but don't take shit from anyone
Ironic though, your bitch she leave with me when i'm gone
Cute face, nice waist, turn around, she got back
Baby girl, what's your name? whats you snap?
Going back to my place, we're getting wavy and that
Getting Freaky in the back seats, of the taxi, I ain't pissed enough for that
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think they got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
You know i'm tapped in the head, I'm a little bit twisted
All my tunes on the radio Getting blacklisted
'Cause they can't handle me
You know I'm on smoke
See me in the streets and you know you gonna choke
I said i'm tapped in the head,
I'm a little bit twisted
All my tunes on the radio Getting blacklisted
'Cause they can't handle me
You know I'm on smoke
See me in the streets and you know you gonna choke
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
Getting wavy, getting pissed with a fake ID
Them man think they got me on a leash, there ain't no taming me
I'm spending thousands on a bottle like it's Christmas Eve
Run the place, smashing bottles like this shit come cheap
Writer(s): Finlay Moses
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