[Lyric] The wave (Broke kaleb)

Ever since I’ve been in Paris
I’ve been getting Guap
This shit It be so funny
Cuz these niggas
Smoke alot

Pound for pound
I keep it safe
But never with tha Glock

Bought me some designer
And some CK’s for the draws

And you can ask my bitch i got this potence
And i feel like in the man
So call me potus

Ay
You can come and check this shit
And post it
I’ve been on my ape shit
Whole city smoking strains

Nigga say its breezy
In the spot
Lambo hurricane

I was trappin hard
I took a break
And now im back again

Give me 50´s and them 20´s
Taking everything

Druglords been paying more
Man Fuck a label mane

Im taking two fifty G’s
Or we ain't even talking Manе

Im in love with this cheese
I got two passports
Im french

And you can comе
And check this shit
Baguettes i got bread
Grew up i was broke can't blow no bag on a patek
Might just go and get a chain or sum
Just to flex up
On my ex

And i love trappin in this hoe
Cuz i been couting bills

And i know
Cops they on my tail
So get up
Off my dick

Cuz
I resell bricks
Back to back
Mght need a therapist
Ay

Trynna move around
But shit be hot
Because you know shits lit

Like a chef in kitchen
Serve my plate
And i still taste IT
Like BON APETIT
IN THIS HOE
Because I live in france Bitch

You think you trappin hard
But you ain’t doing shit

Glock it do go hard
I kill you and yo fucking friends
You niggas better stop
You sellin do on my land

Selling just like christmas
Kids candy cane
Me and my gorrillas
We step-in
Every day

Trappin and we livin
Still glad that we ain’t dead

Im trynna make big
And bring my baby to the states

But shit be kinda hard
Because i still ain't got no plan

Who is he
Rob his chain
Killing him and him

Fake gucci shades
On his head
Now they missin him

His homie asking round
Like fuck it where he been ?
Ay

Fuck nigga what happen
You ain't really trappin
Selling back to back
Midnight shopping
In a mansion

Feel Like batman
Fuck a team
Cuz i been Robbin

Opps ain't catch me yet
I did my work
I know they adresse

And i never loose
I stay on top
Cuz im a big win

You ain’t trappin hard
Unless you pull up with stance

Money be longer
I put some VVs On her neck

And you can come
And check this shit
Baguettes i get bread

Grew up i was broke
Can't blow a bag
On a patek

Might
Just get a chain or sum
To flex up on my ex

And i love
Trappin in this hoe
I been counting bills