Wavvy

I'm the motherfucking rookie of the year

Mykki Blanco, young Castro

Kill 'em

We on that chill tip, real high

We feeling real loose, real fly

We on that chill tip, real high

We feeling real loose, real fly

Welcome to hell, bitches, this is Mykki Blanco

New World Order, motherfucker, follow pronto

Get in line, ****, your soul is mine, ****

You scaredy cat pussy motherfuckers can't deliver

Maybe she born with it, maybe it was Maybelline

All white Blanco give you heathen ass a christening

**** so greasy, in the daylight he glistening

Oh, this fag can rap, yeah, they saying it, they listening

Persistent in the wind, at the four AM spot

Blazed off the indica, a bottle of Cîroc

A mouthful of pop, chug it in the payphone

One eight hundred loco, motherfuckers, y'all can go home

I'm the new Rufio, you already know

I'll pimp slap you bitch **** when my limp wrist, bro

What the fuck I gotta prove to a room full of dudes

Who ain't listening to my words 'cause they staring at my shoes

We make love to the night

In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright

Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy

Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy

We on that chill tip, real high

We feeling real loose, real fly

We on that chill tip, real high

We feeling real loose, real fly

I bite the head off a harpy

Eat these bitches alive, no warning

I cry blood tears, holy Mary, holy mother

Somebody get the shaman, motherfucker, run for cover

Blanco-Blanco-Blanco, say it three times, candyman

I'm coming out of the dark, with red eyes and red hands

I'll scalp these haters with a sickle, I'm a sling blade

A cutthroat bitch, I cut throat, bitches keep away

Now, many play me for dummy, not funny

Now a bitch about to get money, they wanna love me

Tell 'em, no, no, no, I pray to Destiny's Child

Young hearts run free, young bloods run wild, hey

Green light with a mic in my hand

I go hard into battle with a dice in my hand

One chance, one woman, seeking the truth

One truth, veiled in the illusions of youth

We make love to the night

In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright

Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy

Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy

I'm 'bout to sour you ****

Be that spitter shit, I'm flexing all my powers on ****

These no-class trashy, hood rat brat broads

Ain't got what it takes, put 'em back in training bras

Loco motherfuckers, birds of a feather

If you's a dick rider, you gon' dick ride forever

I said loco motherfuckers, birds of a feather

If you's a dick rider, you gon' dick ride forever, ****

We make love to the night

In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright

Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy

Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy

We make love to the night

In the back of the club, yeah, we still in our vibe

Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy

Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy

We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy