Yeah! Uh, yeah
I got too much swag for these bitches
That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches
Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches
And stack up all this cash on these bitches

Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

These hatin' hoes can't take me
Guess the swag just way too much
Mad 'cause they can't break me
I see a lot, but I don't say too much

These bozos can't fade me
You clown bitches, y'all play too much
I'm Plain Jane on the AP, nigga
Plain Jane on the AP, nigga (ow)

Time's up, picking a long range
You see us coming, know you in danger
Two Glocks, call 'em Crips and Bloods
So you know I'm riding with both bangers

You fuck boys need to stop frontin'
Know you in the closet like coat hangers
I'm so tired of you fuck boys
I rather play with my fuck toys

I'm gassin', I'm gassin'
That Ferrari dick got horse power
I'm gassin', I'm gassin'
I rode that dick like a whole hour

I'm too wavy (too wavy)
Bitch, I'm a savage (bitch, I'm a savage)
I get the bags (I get the bags)
You come with baggage (you come with baggage, on it)

I got too much swag for these niggas
That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these niggas
Two hundred on the dash, on these niggas

Just stack up all this cash on these niggas
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

You bitches been riding my wave forever
But y'all gon' drown tryna catch this drip (cowabunga, lil' bitch)

Blue bills like the wave, nigga
Too many chains, like a slave, nigga
I might ride a Wraith but a Ghost bigger
He run up the check, he want six figures

My shooter pull up like he taking pictures
Gelato my Back, we don't do the Swishers
My bitch is too bad, can't kick it with you
My niggas pull up if he want a issue

Ayy, I went and got the Audemar bust down
(Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Ayy, I fuck her, she bad, I thought she gon' bust down

Ooh, the Lamb is blue like a wave, too
I told my bitch to behave, too
Kill the pussy, an assassin
Tom Ford with the fashion

The Maybach, not the Aston
Got the Bentley, I might crash it
Ain't cuff the bitch, had to pass it
Might dive in, if it splashes

Tell her open wide if she nasty
Let her ride the Wraith if she classy
Dropped a hundred at Gucci, my socks nigga
I pull up the top, it gon' drop with you

I got too much swag for these bitches
That why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches
Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches
And stack up all this cash on these bitches

Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

Uh, got too much swag (got too much swag)
Yeah, I'm gassin' (I'm gassin')
Uh, yeah, hundred on top (hundred on top)
On these (on these)