[Intro: Lil Tecca]
I cannot hop on no—, vroom
I cannot hop on no—, vroom (Yeah)
I cannot hop on no wave (Let's go)
I cannot hop— (Uh)
I cannot hop on no— (Wow)
(DATACLUB) Romani
BNYX (Brrat)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I cannot hop on no wave
I cannot hop on no wave
I cannot hop on no wave
She be on me, so insane
She see the money and fame
I'm with your bitch, you in pain
N***as, they hate
But I'ma do what you can't do
She was talkin' crazy, now that bitch cancelled
Hop in the foriegn, no, this ain't no rental
I get that metal, it go to your dental
Lookin' around, I gotta stay ten toes
Hit 'em with eight, nine, ten flows
I'm too up, I can't get low

[Verse 2: Autumn!]
We got sticks just like a pencil
N***a get drawn like a motherfuckin' stencil
Bust down Rollie, no presidential
He tryna be me, don't meet the credentials
It took 'em a minute to see my potential
We get the money, that shit exponential
I keep a stick on me, that shit essential
I'm tryna fuck on that bitch and I can't fuck
She wanna fuck 'cause she see that I'm up
Want the Gucci, the Louis, the Prada (Let's go)
I just told Tecca, "Link me in So-Ho, we finna get some designer"
Bad bitch wanna fuck me, and me only, they like, "Wick, where did you find her?"
I bought that bitch a ass and the titties, she bad, but I want her finer
[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
Ayy, Wick just got her the Chrome, yeah, I just got my bitch in Prada
N**ga, I've got my own style, ayy, I don't even care about designer
Whole squad gettin' in the back, ayy, we nee to hire dividers
Bitches, they singin' on me like we hired a choir
Poppin' that lil' ass n**ga, n**ga, he need a new tire
Woah, n**ga, I'm Gucci, this is Margiela, no, this is not Louis
Feel like I'm Bob, 'm stayin' with that toolie
Your life is a show, and my life is a movie

[Verse 4: Autumn!]
Your life a show, and my life is a movie
They like, "Wick, man, how do you do it?"
I hop on a beat, and I just [?]
You've got a Glock, but is gon' use it?
We in that Bentley Mulsanne and it's roofless
Come get your bitch, she over here choosin'
My n**gas up, and your n**gas losin'
We in that ZL6, and we cruisin'

[Verse 5: Lil Tecca]
I'm in that CLX, I'm zoomin'
You say you with it, prove it
Bitch, I'm for all it, and you too lit
She want my heart, but I am not Cupid
I was that n**ga, even as a new kid
I was that n**ga before they knew this
One day, I was like, "Fuck it, get ruthless"
Run me a bag, and I've got a new fit
[Refrain: Lil Tecca]
They cannot ride on a n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride on that n**ga wave
I cannot ride

[Outro: Lil Tecca & Autumn!]
Oh (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
Prr (Yeah), ayy-yo, Wick (Yeah)
Pfft, yeah, bang-bang, a'ight, [?] (I lied)