WAVY NAVY UNIVERSITY LYRICS – BABYFACE RAY

Read the full Wavy Navy University lyrics by Babyface Ray and Veeze along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, mafia tied, we ain’t blowing up, bad b!tches flying in
I was doing hundred percent, class in session, lil’ baby, sign in
Spaceship in sight, Benz’ pulling up, b!tches want to dive in, yeah
They don’t know what I’m saying, different language, n!ggas ain’t slimed in
Ain’t go on no date, but I told the b!tch she can get ready
She know that I’m heavy, not petty
Roses and Benzes, the petals, you know how I’m stepping
I drive it like Mario Andretti

They told me the road can get high, but you know I’m not caring
The type to go talk to the devil
B!tch with them guys, especially go pick you a side
And better not get caught in the middle

[Verse 2: Veeze]
They do what they ask, you know I got paper and plastic
I told her she should pick her poison
I ball like an athlete, even though I’m not an athlete
We get this s*it off in sport
I let off the VIP, I walk ’round the club with myself
These hoes know I’m very important
I just hit the b!tch and now I’m DM’ing her sis
She want to ride me a joint
Lil’ bro, you know that I’m rich
Get a kick off of spending this s*it, I ain’t tripping on tabs
She say he a casual, them racks, they be flashing
Ain’t hearing no realer, them n!ggas trying to act
My pearl in the closet, I’m dripping all over the floor
Like soon as you get out the bath
My money get long, yeah, I ain’t seen my stash in the longest
It’s been ’bout a year and a half

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
They spinning and spinning and spin it right back

I spin through the trenches with stick on my lap
Them n!ggas can’t spin, they get zipped in the back
You want to hear my name? Well, mention the cash
Mention a Rolls, make you sure you mention the gold
Left playing, right wrist froze
Stand on your toes, I’m catching, I’m pitching ’em low
My fav’ play, pick it and roll
I’m tipping the hoes, I’m tipping the quick with the pole
You run up, this b!tch getting scored
We run up that s*it on the low
My n!gga came home, he ran up some s*it on parole
N!ggas who treat me can’t be no cap
Check my facts, ‘Face, you don’t rap
Trapping ain’t dead, n!ggas still on that
My oldhead just dropped two doors, yeah

[Verse 4: Veeze]
Sticks and bags, her hair dropped down to her ass
This lil’ b!tch international
I catch no Z’s, they tell me that money don’t sleep
I ain’t got no time for naps
My favorite right now, wockesha my b!tch right now
I’m thinking ’bout getting her tatted
I think I’m Xzibit, changing the panel of the Sprite
It’s purple, it look like a print
N!gga, just listen, fu*k around and change your life
If you stuck to the game that I’m giving (Swear to God)
Twin, you be tripping
How you pull up in a coupe black and brown, like I double these b!tches?
Lean rock said you pop out with like thirty in deals
N!gga, I might go buy me a chicken
Huncho a hating ass n!gga
My money so new, in the streets, might’ve caught your ass with it