Wav
[Hook: Riz & Yoshi]
Catch the wave
8 Bit on the way
Got the AP timing never late
Yea you lying when you said that you relate
Yea you fucked up
Never (aye) bet on me (aye)
[Verse 1: Riz & Yoshi]
Catch the wave
Try and catch the wave
Do the race
Dash and away
Smash everything go fast no delay
Get past every day I might eat up all the cake
DM when I'm asleep, that's that shit I do not need
Pippen 33, and I'm really packing heat
Hunnid in the back, seventy on me
Jump up on the track? You can't ride with me
We don't move silently, my whole city is proud of me (proud of me)
That's why they follow me, that's why she been up all on me (all on me)
Aye, aye, all on me, she all on me
Aye, yuh
Take a bitch down in Benihana
I got many brothers and a lotta Prada
And a lot of colours on my mamacita
And a pot of gold in the fuckin' freezer
Shawty act like I really need her
That's why I really had to leave her
3 times, call that shit Adidas
No lies, I just wanna feel her
I'ma go win in the race
See your ass back in last place
Matter of fact, you an ass face
Hit a stack, I'm going that way
Take her number that I soon erased
Too fast, you ain't bout the pace
Need me some clout and cake
Pussy boys be out the way
[Hook: Riz]
Catch the wave
8BIT on the way
Got the AP timing never late
Yea, you lying when you said that you relate
Yea, you fucked up, never bet on me
[Verse 2: Riz]
Yea, you fucked up as Hell
Took some timing to tell
Got 2 G's up on my belt
Yea, I had to freeze myself (freeze myself)
Freeze myself (freeze myself)
Free my-, yeah, aye
Free my- (yuh)
Free myself from all the fuck boys
All the fuck noise
Tucked shirts and the role calls
Now people stare when the rolls roar
Stacking guap up so we don’t fall
Got a line up for all the missed calls
Got a line too for the new clock on my wrist
Yea that shit just move, it don’t tick
Fiji water sipping
Brown boy better living
Got them bands up till the ceilings
Got your girl all in her feelings
Ice around my neck and all it do is glisten
Drippin' till it fill the cup now
Come and drink up all your wishes
In my Honda, shades are Prada
All the windows down I just wanna ride
4 AM, me and Yoshi making guava
Got the DM's blowin' up like we Osama
This the mantra, Off-White and the Jordan’s
Got the foreigns, don’t know what to call ‘em
Skirting fast and all these bitches wanna hop in
8 Bit on the way, yea, we fuckin' on it