Copy The Wave lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, my n*ggas sippin' [?]
n*gga out here, 5 racks, eh, eh
Yea, (Ayo that's Nickk)

[Verse]
My n*gga off of that X and we ride round the city, yea
My n*gga sliding with Ks and the sh*t too risky, yea, ay
Six racks in a day n*gga this sh*t too easy
These n*ggas copy the wave these lil; n*ggas they wanna be me, aye
Sliding in that AMG Benz and it's all on the seat
Walk in Chanel spend five racks lil n*gga f*ck the receipt, aye
Twelve tryna pull me over in the trackhawk jeep, aye
With a b*tch going way to fast and I'm going high speed
I could treat your lil' hoe like trash she still won't leave me, ay
You bought that lil' hoe a bag and she still want me
You bought that lil' hoe a bag she still chose me, ay
Lil n*gga he want a verse i'ma tax him a fee
Aye Chanel Number (N)ine n*gga Margiela all on my feet
Aye, Chanel Number (N)ine n*gga Number (N)ine all on my tee, yea
Aye, [?] f*ck n*gga stealin' my Undercover jeans, yea
Mixing that Hi-Tech n*gga with the god damn green
My b*tch bad as f*ck don't need no Maybelline
We got AK mags they long like limousine
We eatin' Habachi he eating on Kid Cuisine, aye
I got hella paper like magazine
To keep it all the way a hunnid yeah you a b*tch n*gga
We ridin' round in the O with them sticks n*gga, aye
Only nineteen years old already seen six figures, aye
My n*gga keep that pole he playing defense
I been popping them percs yea I'm in the deep end, aye
Yo ho up in that lobby yeah I'ma let her in
I predicted these racks lil n*gga like a weatherman, ay
I got a plug named Mason he rockin' Margiela man