New Wave (Explicit)-Dae Dae

Boy they already know what it is when I talk this sh*t here Dae Dae let's go and give it to 'em boy Let's go'n get 'em out the way, it's a new wave ni**a [Verse 1] Neck piece too lit, this b**ch too lit AP two bricks, bad b**ch too thick Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi Trappin' by pool creek, action when it's 'bout me They say you not the man in the streets I'm flashy, now you got with the key I crashed it, now I'm in that new straight A Jeep It's happenin', they finally freed my f**kin' brother D Don't panic, man time to turn up on them beats I'm dangerous, oh you actin' hard? ni**a please Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep ni**a [Chorus] This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave [Verse 2] Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo Still in the burbs, b**ch I'm too paid The Forgis make me swerve when I'm cruisin' I know I make 'em nervous how I do this sh*t ni**a Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition And I'm shooting like Curry ni**a, try me I'ma swish it My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy In that blue excursion, I'm in traffic sitting on inches I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty I might take her shopping buy her that but ain't no feeling She still go to college but her daddy don't be tripping And I'm with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas [Chorus] This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave [Verse 3] It's the new wave, I got blue rays Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith F**k 'em if they hatin', b**ch I'm too paid I'm clutchin' 'cause they hatin' but it's cool, hate My b**ch too lit, your b**ch my b**ch Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here I won't let you try me ever ever again This lil b**ch want molly, she want percs and sh*t (molly percocets) You know it ain't no problem, we gon' work the sh*t Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this b**ch lit And we want them hoes that bring all her friends We got this b**ch loaded, go'n and turn up, yeah [Chorus] This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave This b**ch too lit, thug b**ch, Ruth Chris Dark b**ch, dark shades, dark pay, okay Red b**ch, Charday, red bottoms, two K Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave