Letras
Aye
Bed
You made your bed
You made your bed
You made your bed
Nigga, bed
Bed
You made your bed
You made your bed
Nigga, you made your bed
You made your bed, now you gotta lie in that muhfucka
And you better not cry in that muhfucka
I want your eyes dry in that muhfucka
I'm the truth never lie to a muhfucka
I got two bitches, I'm finna nunchuck em
Brodie throw a bitch out like he upchuckin
Catch that boy on the drive-thru and lunch rush him
That bitch think she a draft pick, she bench warmin
Pocket full of all-dead white men on me
Told bro, stick to the script like a lint roller
Niggas got the hittin, he ain't even flinch on him
Fah
He got that shit on him
Got a pocket full of wet dog shit on me
Nigga owe me that bread, I won't trip on him
I just hope he invest in a whole onion
Hey
Uh-uh
Hey
Hey
Uh-uh
Hey
Yeah
Hey
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Hey
Hey
Okay, okay
Bro got that shit on him
Huh, Nigga, yeah
Uh-uh
Huh
What? It's The Wave
Huh, what?
Nigga, yeah