Still Wavy

(专辑： Jugg Season - 2023)

[Max B:]
Shit

A grand slam, this a curveball
I put the wiki-wiki wax on my surfboard
I could bring the city back on my surfboard
I let you niggas piggyback on my surfboard
I left the people with a wave and they ain't even know
I let 'em use the studio and they ain't even blow
Even booked some nightclubs to pay me for my flows (Pay me)
I put the love, they ain't even show
See, I knew that you was never mistreated in the past
I want the truth, beat it out your ass
Damn, baby cheated in my stash
But it never really mattered, she needed the cash
It was just a couple dollars, three to four hundred
See, I ride my own waves, I need it, never want it
So what you say? Complete it in the summer
Niggas be jizz on my sneakers, keep 'em coming

Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down, yeah
I want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on

[Jay Critch:]
Ayy (Hey), young nigga greedy for the cash (Cash)
I'll trade the Buick for the Benz and speed it right past (Skrrt)
You know a nigga always good where you seeing me at (Seeing me at)
I never needed the attention, just needed these bags
I'm on the block moving the O's, I needed these packs
That money turn niggas to hoes, I seen it in the past (Seen it in the past)
And everything a nigga know, I seen it on the ave
Hood Fav, came from bands in the mattress (Hood Fav)
We trapped in the cold with no jacket
Took some losses, ain't give passes
They talking, they use me for captions
They wish I'd fall, but we still live in action (Still live in action)
My Harlem bitch stay tryna hold on a ratchet
Double-R truck, counting up all the bright bills
And they never get it, so they don't know how the light feel (They don't know how the light feel)
My diamonds is shining like my shit came with a light bill (Came with a light bill)
Said she got it done, but this shit feeling type real
These niggas not one hundred, these niggas is type real
Tell all of them niggas get gone with the iffy shit (Gone with the iffy shit)
One false move, shooter draw, he ain't missing shit (Draw, he ain't missing shit)
Lotta clean money, some dirty, what's the difference? (Some dirty, what's the difference)
And I had my back to the wall, but I'm getting it (But I'm getting it)
Money was talking, we the only ones listening
Brodie bring that pack to your door, he deliver it
Had to make it back through the storm in my Timberlands (Hey)

[Max B:]
Cop the GT Porsche, she drive it off the lot
I make a bitch detour, my ride to the top
I hit the club, niggas hungry, then sit down, yeah
I want the top, solidified spot
Only wavy-ass bitch you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on