3 Verses Lyrics

Whoa

I hop in the German it's manual

Six figs at least for the annual

Did a tune up got me feelin mechanical

Roll it up burning botanical

Ty Cobb wit the hits

366 can't miss

Paradis drink a fifth

Spit some game to the bitch

Now she on my list

I smoke karate kush

It got my eyes lookin like I'm Chinese

Calloway occasions

I'm hittin bitches with that mouth piece

Rake it in and clean it up

I stack it up for the finance

Fake contracts get bypassed

I see money coming in as the time pass

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Always had a plan

You would thought that I rehearse this

Back around

Like a hula hoop

She knew the scoop

I alley oop

Couldn't take her back

All them dinners she pay for that

I hit quick don't wait on that

My last girl ain't too much I can say on that

You see that ps5 we can play on that

All this shit I say on tracks

It be real truth straight up facts

I'm Mr. Wavy hit a bleezy in the studio relax

Hit em with a business tax

Niggas thought that I was dead

In the shadows in a box

I started living with the bread

At the HMRN this first base

Couldn't wife her

If I fucked on the first date

Mr. Wavy in first place

Couldn't fuck with me on my worst day

All in my dm talkin bout let's get in the studio

I'm really workin bustin down verses y'all drunk spittin on Don Julio

3 hearses

3 verses

3 verses

3 hearses

3 verses

3 hearses

Always had a plan

You would thought that I rehearse this

Yeah

Hit up jag got another banger

I was in the navy

Seen a seal slap a ranger

Money dirty I don't count it with my finger

Louis V cologne linger

Addicted to the wins

I hate it when I lose

Turn the L's into a lesson

Every single time Mr. Wavy will improve

Busting fast moves

Her boyfriend got bad shoes

I'm in Rosedale that's Brimhall

Saying that's rad dude

Came to fuck the game up

Like a little kid when you playing online

How you married to the bitch

And you met her online

Niggas sell they soul

Just to get a co sign

I don't even trip

Just give the right away

And oops sorry

I think I fucked your bitch by the way

Call the audible I ain't wanna go that route

Aiming for dollar bills

Ain't worried bout no clout

Cacti with the broski

No ipa in this stout

3 hearses

3 verses

3 verses

3 hearses

3 verses

3 hearses

Always had a plan

You would thought that I rehearse this