.Wav Freestyle (feat. Cartier Dave)

Yeah, yeah, aye Imma say this once so don't get it twisted I'm sorry that you know that I'm lifted Bitches listen only when I'm down Lighting splits and I'm too high above the ground I just want things to go back before I was trapping Rapping along, bitch slapping when you're wrong I don't count this as a song, i just count it as some thoughts Running along, running, running along Prada bag on my hip, White snow on my wrist Selling points at the crib, selling tabs to your bitch Pussy better not snitch, had to empty out the clip New waves, new kicks, making music for the kids Young kid, I'm from the city, smile at your bitch, pretty Night life been busy, new hoes been with me Man, rest in peace Whitney And I'm trapping out in Houston James Harden where I'm shooting Mama praying for my ruins Ooh Nah, nah don't put it out yet, don't put it out I'll still hit it, Haha Yeah, somebody hop in my whip Shawty gon' hop in the whip, yuh, yuh Put a whole eighth in the wood Pass that shit to the whole clique What, yuh My new nickname be Young Cartier Wear that shit like a new cardigan We pop molly and go to the stars My brain starts to feel so wavy, man Wavy Man Yeah