Waldo — Intro lyrics

Lyrics

In my bag like I’m Santa Claus, my hoodie Supreme
My bitch look like Diana Ross, and she rolling up the weed
Got the verses, got Savon on the beats
Live from the living, young nigga I just turned 23
6 rings on my fingers, riding a bimmer down Bemus
The whole city watching, I feel like Willy got the whole city talking again
But fuck all the comments if it ain’t about commas then we ain’t responding to
it
This that good karma, I ain’t fucked a soul over, AGO, Soulection
Reps up yea, you see what I’m reppin'
Reputation speak for itself
Wealth is in the mind and not the pocket
Tables turned like the cable turned
Making moves like a analog, my nigga trapping out his momma’s house
Gotta go and get his money, gotta go and get someday, he don’t get it right
then we gon' get it oneway
Man you already know what the fuck it is
This ya man Waldo checking in live and direct with my nigga Savon,
Aye y’all checking out those sqaud goals right now
Just young niggas having fun making the music we wanna hear
If you can adjust your ears to the new sound, then you might as will just take
this tape out right now because it’s for the real niggas only
AGO what up? Soulection, 616 stand up
(Everything A GO)