New Wave lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Went straight from trappin' and rappin' to gangbangin' and clappin'
I catch 'em laughin' and kidnapped 'em, no one know what happened
Learned from my dad to stack them racks and don't ever subtract them
Mommy say, "Money, your baby momma, don't ever detach 'em"
Writin' a book on all you lil' bast*rds, y'all n*ggas are characters
She wanna roll, I'ma take her to NASA
Young n*gga livin' relentless
I came off dirty foods, I ate off dirty dishes
Ridin' 'round with a motherf*ckin' pistol
Young n*gga get high as a ceiling
And I heard she from the projects
Got grown and I kinda miss her
She wanna suck me 'til I freeze like a 'cicle
We come to make a deal like a pickle
Hickory di*kory Dock
Thats how the K sound when I come through and riddle

[Chorus: Supa King]
Still Versaces on the frame
Double G's on the belt
In the summer make 'em freeze
In the winter make 'em melt
Cross that line, don't you dare
Big old diamonds, don't you stare
New wave in the air
New wave in the air
I feel a new wave in the air
If you ain't talkin' 'bout paper I don't care
I don't care, nah
[Verse 2: Supa King]
Alabama, heavyweight
One time for the Southside
So fresh, so clean
Got your baby mama mouth wide
Call me Bossman Pope
One call, the whole house die
Pretty b*tch and she everything
Thick like Kandi off of Housewives
What you know about that, n*gga?
Hustle hard for the scraps, n*gga
Plus you still love a fat n*gga
Got the britches with the zippers
'stendo on the pistol
On my feet I got the Christians
Big picture, no filter
Hit the scene and I kill 'em
Say the world is a cash cow, so you know I gotta milk 'em
Yeah, they say, "That n*gga ill," but they say, "The Pope iller"
Yeah, you might be trill, but I'm way more triller
Yeah, I got a couple ounces of the Tussionex, mix it with vanilla
Wintertime gotta show somethin', summertime a chinchilla
Offsets got me tilted, thirty-five percent tilted
Told you b*tches I'm the new wave and I motherf*ckin' meant it

[Chorus: Supa King]
Still Versaces on the frame
Double G's on the belt
In the summer make 'em freeze
In the winter make 'em melt
Cross that line, don't you dare
Big old diamonds, don't you stare
New wave in the air
New wave in the air
I feel a new wave in the air
If you ain't talkin' 'bout paper I don't care
I don't care, nah