The Wav. Lyrics

Lemme tell the tail bout the man with so many feats

He ain't fussin' he brushing off the defeats

He ready wit bars, he ready wit beats, he slip and fall

He steady land on his feet bitch

Put yo hands up

He truly unique

Tunes elite

You say it's absurd surely you heard the word on the street

Get out of ya seat y'all

This shit is a treat

Grab a spoon and fork ya dork bon appetite

Let take a second lemme take it back for em

Discovered he love it he had a knack for it

In fact, I do not lack got a stack of them slaps

Got the pack shook

Know he MacBook and it's packed up

Filled to the brim

Chill when it's great still chill when it's grim

Whining and complaining that don't get you know respect

Ima shine maintain this lil pep in my step, you know

Could you be less toxic?

Used to have to move around UPS boxes

Scratching on my noggin

Gotta get it poppin'

Made up my mind the grind is obnoxious

This the new new take it up a couple notches (Woah)

All the ladies and gentlemen watching

Jeez, please no acting confused

I do this shit with ease the rap thing my use

Listen innocent kid sittin' at Gregory crib

More that we got to jotting them letters the better we did

Is this the right fit? Fair share of days were seems I quit

Young midwest kid and he invested

He been on a quest ain't shit left to question

Meanwhile, I like to wave and smile

Boy making waves off all of the wav files

Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands go

Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands

Lemme me see ya hands, lemme me see ya hands go

Ima go and get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Ima go and get it I put that shit on my moms

Tryna be like MJ, the Kobes, and the Lebrons

You gon' have to go and settle for silver or bronze

Trophy medals are golden, tippy top of the totem, I told em

Fear an ounce of my technique

You gon' hear this bouncing clear into next week

All they jaws dropping, naw we not stopping

Naw we not stoppin'