Baseman - New Wavin lyrics

[Shocktown] Shocktown I bring the wave out, f** you wanna say now? I was running round flipping, you was kissing in the playground n***a had beige in my cheeks, I was raised in the streets I don't play with police, cause they're playing for keeps [Baseman] I want it all I can never be patient You know my money ain't clean, I don't have bank statements I do it for my thugs getting P's on the pavement You know I roll with my team I'm not into Ice skating Me and my brudda Shocktown keep waving [Shocktown] Soldier got bagged, boxes looking like Blake Brown I don't give a f** what a hater wanna say now n***a I was raised in the east, go Favours to eat [?] you ain't able to sleep She is wavin me [Baseman] I beg you tell me why these n***as wan' iron me Is it the gyal that I beat or the racks or my timepiece It's still "f** a new friend" just me myself and Irene I'm like the vic in the east end, you know where to find me Lord, I'm like let a n***a try me [Shocktown] Baby I'm coming, I run in Giuseppe's Giving that becky I'm bussing in seconds I'm pulling out Russians, you're thinking it's Tekken Maison Margiela's, my b**hes be jealous Tun up, tun up, tables turning Six bricks, bridges burning Slick, slick rick you deserve it Slick, slick rick is you learning? [Baseman] You n***as happy with a slice, I just want the whole cake I was dropping bare P's, I was running from the jakes Fam I jumped in the bush like lord let me get away I'm in the bush with the stash lord let me get away Like lord let me get away [Baseman] But they don't know what I'll do for this money Fam I used to skip school for this money Fam I'm like a TomTom en route to this money I need so much money like "I don't know what to do with this money" [Shocktown] A.P stunting on Instagram Imma get mine, them I'm gonna go get your man's I don't care about no Instagram I got money and got things to bang (x3) My white boy flyer than Peter Pan We got money and got things to bang [Baseman] I just wanna buy macs for me and my n***as I need a house on a hill for me and my hittas I wan' smoke good weed Bad B's on their knees But don't play I got something by my waist I'll put that suttin to your face You better point me to the safe, I need that food on my plate