"Feel The Wave" lyrics

More Biggavel (yea?)
Why not?
Wavey Crockett

Nigga, I put some hollows in your dome
Sour got me, plus this bottle of that Patrón
Nigga, lower your tone when you speak to the Boss Don Biggavel'
You ain't never clap nothin', you ain't never been in jail
Nigga can't come through, even for his auntie
Ima sink your rowboat, we can get raunchy, promptly
Your flow is like sittin' on the choo-train
My flow is like a Benz in the cruise lane
Fresh from the fitted to the shoestrings
Fuck a nigga mood swings, I'm showin' 'em new things
New waves, new offerings
New black suits, new funeral coffins
Yeah, you niggas better honor me
Trunk got the weaponry, closet like the armory
Never let you weak niggas bother me, fuckin' right!
No more mister nice guy, now it's time to up the price
On the block late up at night
They greet me when I'm here, appreciating' the air (yeah)
Yeah, I'm appreciating the fear that I plant in you bitches' hearts
Baby, I ain't even start

You a gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)
When you ain't by yourself (when you ain't by yourself)
But you a wanksta, wanksta (wanksta)
And you won't pop off 'cause you need some help
You ain't thuggin', thuggin' (thuggin')
And you ain't no G (you ain't no G)
You just a bitch-ass nigga
You better run when you see me, see me (oww)