Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
Yuh rave in this bitch
You know we hitting them licks I got me some pockets they running the tips
I just got me a new whip
Keep it a hunnid a motherfuckin profit
Pull up know I'm gon pop it
Rappers round me I feel like a scholar
Yo bush check me
I gotta get it get it get it get it
I gotta pop it
Making her blue now I got a clue
I got me so much that I gotta prove
Gotta get lit
Gotta get lit
You aint been on the shit that we spit
Hop in that ghost I'm killing that shit
Ok ok ok ok
Hop in that car know I gotta go I'm breaking it down I'm feeling all swole
You know that we on the trip gotta go been building myself up im a mole
You rappers aint on the shit that I'm on know this be the only way ill never fold
Bitches be hating yet I'm on my call know that ill rave till im fuckin gone gone gone
Yeah we fuckin rave
Yeah we fuckin rave
My boy with me getting paid
So we fuckin rave
Yeah we fuckin rave
Yeah we fuckin rave
My boy with me boutta say
Yeah we boutta say
Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Rave, Raaaaaaave
