Wave Time - Mastermind

Death 'round the corner you don’t know when it gon' creep up

I lose my niggas since then I haven’t sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up

I tell my lil' nigga I ain’t no preacher

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my niggas that all of the police took

I smoke a flavours blunt I got amnesia

My niggas tellin' me to drop a mixtape

But I be on the strip tryna get a quick change

Man smoking on this cannabis

My bro he stay strapped like a Cali' spliff

I’m gettin' high in this, stonin'

You know my life or my story

Nigga why you lie you ain’t on

RIP Gully yeah my bro he

I heard that I did up on my lonie

Niggas said they called me yeah they lied I don’t need 'em

Had to crop you out the picture 'cause you low fucked Daisy

Whole lotta smoke if he ever try to snake me

All I need is lag I ain’t tryna catch no cases

All this Hennessy got a nigga goin' crazy

Broski got the hammer just in case they moving shady

Whole lotta smoke I ain’t talking 'bout no flavours

Death 'round the corner you don’t know when it gon' creep up

I lose my niggas since then I haven’t sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up

I tell my lil' nigga I ain’t no preacher

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my niggas that all of the police took

I smoke a flavours blunt I got amnesia

Like tell a nigga take time now we can’t be friends

Added E-F to the B now I beef them

I never had it so niggas gettin' eaten

Heard you on my case so it’s tryna make me sea sick

Aye, flipped out the apartment I roll another blunt

I don’t know about you but I be on the block gettin' money

Rush home, raid me, supply in the mainstream

Bale' wear, Gucci card, just a bag of fake jeans

And if I hear you got that belly get your tummy tucked

Luger say she’ll pepper beef better know how to cook

I ain’t on this shootin' shit will line up B a Marksman

And you know we never missed a target

All I need is lag I ain’t tryna catch no cases

All this Hennessy got a nigga goin' crazy

Broski got the hammer just in case they moving shady

Whole lotta smoke and I ain’t talking 'bout no flavours

Death 'round the corner you don’t know when it gon' creep up

I lose my niggas since then I haven’t sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly you gon' eat up

I tell my lil' nigga I ain’t no preacher

But fuck these bitches, get this money, don’t please her

I’m on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my niggas that all of the police took

I smoke a flavours blunt I got amnesia