Wavvy

I'm the motherfucker rookie of the year

Young Castro

We on that chill tip, real high

We feeling real loose, real fly

We on that chill tip, real high

We feelin real loose, real fly

Welcome to Hell bitches, this is Mykki Blanco

New World Order motherfucker, follow pronto

Get in line nigga

Your soul is mine nigga

You scaredy cat pussy motherfuckers can't deliver

Maybe she born with it, maybe it was Maybelline

All white Blanco give your heathen ass a christening

Niggas so greasy in the daylight, he glistening

"Oh this fag can rap" yeah they saying that they listening

Pissing in the wind

At the 4-a-m spot

Blazed off the indica

A bottle of Ciroc

A mouth full of pop

Chug it in the pay phone

1-800-LOCO

Mother fuckers y'all can go home

I'm the new Rufio

Y'all ain't know

I pimp slap you bitch niggas with my limp wrist, bro

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

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

We... we we make love tonight

In the back of the club yeah we feeling alright

L-lights lights low

This shit feel crazy

Low key loose niggas 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 bite I bite I bite the head off a harpy

Eat these bitches alive, no water

I cry blood tears, Holy Mary, Holy Mother

Somebody get the shaman motherfucker run for cover

Blanco Blanco Blanco say it three times, Candy Man

I'm coming outta the dark with red eyes and red hands

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

I'm cut-throat bitch, I cut throats bitches keep away

Now many play me for dummy, not funny

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

Tell them no no no I played that Destiny's Child

Young hearts run free, young bloods run wild (heyyy)

Green light, with a mic in my hand

I go forward into battle with a dice in my hand

One chance, one woman, seeking the truth

One truth - veiled in the illusions of youth

I'm bout to sour you niggas

Be that spitter shit I'm flexing all my power, my nigga

These no class trashy hood rap brat broads

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

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

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