Wave (Trap Pastor 2019)

Текст песни Young Scooter and Vl Deck - Wave (Trap Pastor 2019)

Wave Lyrics[Chorus: VL Deck]
You gon need a board, tryna ride my wave
I got 10 ways to get payed
I dress up at the spot, then hit the stage
Running through the money, I got [?] for days
[?] don't ask me what I'm payed
I don't wanna see you, I'm rockin black shades
I can school you on the trappin, just treat it like a traid
Foreign whip rockin chains, I put on for the slaves

[Verse 1: VL Deck]
Your favorite rapper signed me, bitch I made it off of plays
[?]
Can't dwell with them niggas, so it's safe I stay away
I created project moves, boy I put on for the A
I don't do the nonsense, VL Deck a giant
I'm a rich take a corner [?]
Where I'm from [?]
[?]
I'm riding for myself with that [?] right beside me
Nigga lay your hand on me, you know you getting stained
[?] no pices [?]
[?] I don't see myself letting up
I can hit a button and the doors will lift up
[?] bust it, tell them catch up
[?] make it throw up
[?]
[?] nigga you can't hit my cup
[Chorus: VL Deck]
You gon need a board, tryna ride my wave
I got 10 ways to get payed
I dress up at the spot, then hit the stage
Running through the money, I got [?] for days
[?] don't ask me what I'm payed
I don't wanna see you, I'm rockin black shades
I can school you on the trappin, just treat it like a traid
Foreign whip rockin chains, I put on for the slaves

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
I got more chains than a slave master
I just rapped a quarter million in saran rap
I'm alergic to you pussys, I never dap
Every nigga need some syrup [?]
[?] did the Benzle, plus like 20 chains
Couple [?] and some rings, bling bling
Just got 200 pounds of gass, and it ain't cost a thing
Zone 6 trap god, put that on everything
Everytime I do a show, I'm right back to the trap
Them millions, came a long way from sleepin with the racks
I fuck with real niggas, I don't fuck with rats
They shoulda wacked Takashi, now they gotta pay for that

[Chorus: VL Deck]
You gon need a board, tryna ride my wave
I got 10 ways to get payed
I dress up at the spot, then hit the stage
Running through the money, I got [?] for days
[?] don't ask me what I'm payed
I don't wanna see you, I'm rockin black shades
I can school you on the trappin, just treat it like a traid
Foreign whip rockin chains, I put on for the slaves