Jimi Hendrix On His Last String ft. Gee Wavy Lyrics

Yeah, mic check

Mic check

2,1

1,2

Yeah

First time I shot a pistol I thought my ass went deaf

Used to do the right thing got my Js stole then my ass went left

Can't even trust the niggas I'm asking for help

That pain just as bad as a belt

Would've had they back to the death

But fuck it every man for they self

Crazy looking out for everybody but me

Remember Zia pressing some Mexican where everybody could see

His cousin came out the cut with it upped, I was right there almost thought it was for me

Told him don't do it so he didn't, kind of wish he got popped on the knee

At least

When will I be, happy

When will I be, at peace

When will I be… (When will I be)

I just want a mansion homie

A couple wives matching Rollies in holy matrimony

Rina know how to hold her liquor

Savannah know how to pack a stogie

Rina got them big ole titties

Savannah got that ass fasho'

Nobody trip over attention we faded jamming oldies

Forbes 30 under 30 my nigga that's the motive

You ever had that burning feeling in your stomach and just can't control it

Bounced back from a L into another one and just had to hold it

Shit damn near break your will feeling like you can't keep going

You got go through that to get to this then it's back in motion

Jimi off the acid finessing them strings, Mike Jackson on it

Tiger woods hitting the greens right after he cheat, right back to stroking

Or Iron Mike putting out a nigga lights, when his back was broken

I'm just say I don't think it's a nigga better than me and I'm standing on it

You already know what it is it PoCal you know how we get down my Nigga

Wavy shit not no baby shit you hear me

First time a nigga swiped, nigga 3 cards d'd

Next time them niggas came around they was 3 cars deep

Going so got damn hard I took a week off sleep

Left a hole in his steaming like when Rasheed got t'd

Aye young wave my life so cinematic, my face is smooth my motives jagged

Tree that had a rotten apple, upstream battles with no paddle

Whitney's brother never sober, polish pimping tip the totem

Opponents and they stay proposing but that 30 already loaded

First time I told a bitch a secret do not leak it

Bitch got to telling her people like what the fuck was I thinking

Could've swore the bitch was a keeper then I made the bitch beat it

Faked everything with the hoe I don't like yo' baby either, I said it

My cousin said smack Deon I do not regret it

First time I hit the blunt I ain't get high cause I wasn't inhaling

Dragged a nigga 30 feet by his collar at CJ wedding

Wave will change you, I fucked a lot hoes but they wasn't hoes when I met em

Niggas second guessing when shit get hot like Serengeti

Transport then I mail it then I go talk to that nigga Sampson

Shit ain't come from no pamphlet, a nigga swipe for ham sandwich

Top rope I Rob Van Dam it, 30 for 30 do damage,

Aye damn I need to slow down

These niggas missing digits they 2 toes down

Nobody fucking with me and my nigga PoCal

Just a stand up nigga the last to go down

Fuck with me, wavy