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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RI WAVEY
RI WAVEY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Michael
Riley Michael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beatsbynyce
Beatsbynyce
Producer

Lyrics

Nobody move
This crib in STL, my bungalou
This trip make me forget somethings
I don't know names like I'm a substitute
I pull up on her, drank a two, okay
And then I chuck a deuce
I made a film with her, like RI Chuck Lorre
This cup like a chug jug
This deal like a quarter
The pressure weird, it fuck my lungs up
I deal with it sorta
My computer got a M4, my bro got a M4
I tried to let her down soft, she hit the floor
I think this one wearing off, okay give me more
These pills they look like nerds
I'm in the city dorked
I ran out cups, I did it in fours
Look at my friends, I'm triple endorsed
I just pulled up with a sword and a blicc
And my fam all around me, I'm triple enforced
Too fried, I can't count what's left
I'm like it's this many more
And I'm smoking piff with a shining bitch
At the Tiffany Store
Pulled up on my patnas with a new check
I'm like this finna be normal
Stomped in that new building, I'm new fried
I'm tryna be cordial
Walked in smelling like a pack of dope
Obvious O
I went to shorty crib, got way too high
I'm trolly'ing home
And when the peak kick in
My vision, it look like a dolly zoom
I got a meeting with the suits, but I'm in space
We'll prolly zoom
And I went way up
It's like tripping obstacles my opposite
Bae I can't wait up
Put that top on me, before I'm anonymous
And I can't beef with none of y'all
What's on my plate? That's prolly fish
And I can see through any flaw
He not reserved he just a bitch
I get to beating all the odds
Then I'm eating on my bih
Synesthesia, off this trip
It got my senses confused
I hear the sunset, but I'm missing the views
I didn't move
Nobody move
This crib in STL, my bungalou
This trip make me forget somethings
I don't know names like I'm a substitute
I pull up on her, drank a two, okay
And then I chuck a deuce
I made a film with her, like RI Chuck Lorre
This cup like a chug jug
This deal like a quarter
The pressure weird, it fuck my lungs up
I deal with it sorta
Written by: Riley Michael
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