Steve400 - NEW WAVE Lyrics

I know how I did you in the past, I had you feelin' so crazy
Thought you was caught up in a rapture, had you feelin' jaded
I had to lock up in the stew, blowin' woods, gettin' faded
And I'ma keep on makin' hits, niggas know I'm the greatest

And you gon' catch me out of town, chase that paper, no fakin
And never need your f*ckin' love, do this shit for my baby
Shit, I ain't never gave a f*ck, I know these niggas be hatin
Got double clips on the CR, I ain't givin' for takin

How bout you put you on a business, hit you out on the station
Amiri fitted out of town, I be blowin' Jamaican
Shit, me and Yana takin' shots, them just kids we be racin
Workin', makin' music, livin' life, everything I'm embracin

For a hundred K, I'm walkin' light, all this chicken I'm chasin
And I done felt so many times, man, I'm gettin' impatient
Sit back and float through all my heat, I'm makin' music daily
C5 with truffles in my wood, I'll just roll like I'm Raiden

Old school niggas vibe with gin, I pour this cup like I'm Caden
Cali, we could bring it down, blowin' ponds to the greatest
But niggas broke and got no cheese, ain't like one of them fakers
Man, they be spendin' all they money, I like one of them Lakers

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, come on
Forty-five for a ting, we send a date no later
Niggas be walkin', don't want fees, better come with that paper

Man, I make the stuff look easy, I ain't talkin' no fakin
Get in the space, I don't know the song, have me feelin' like Drake and them
Cartiers up up out my face, I'm a Fillmore Slum
These bitches know that I'm a player, baby, really him

Put your star, get in the coupe, flyin' past, see the rim
I'm ninety-five, put up the juice with your limbs in the Thames
Man, you can have my f*ckin' heart, shit, I ain't got no limbs
In the mirror, see my life, got me rich like I might

These niggas act just like the hoes and say shit out of spite
Man, I be too nice, shit, line, I just be livin' life
Smoothie snappin' on them beats and he gon' get his rice
In Bali, really Barry Gordon, but shit, lucky night

These niggas really wave, ridin', tryna step in the light
And cuz just hit me on jet pay, I just send him a kite
Man, I really miss my niggas, don't be feelin' so right
You could be a badass bitch that went to which isn't right

Shit be really f*cked up, that's the internet hype
These bitches love it on the gram, tryna get up off likes
Smooth, my homies call me Smooth
Smooth beats, you hear me