Waspy II Lyrics by G-Eazy ft. Logic

Hahaha
It's Gerald and Bobby
It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven
We weren't supposed to be here, you know?

Hahaha
Bobby we can pass the baton back
And forth like a marathon, come on bro
This is lightwork
Yeah, let me tell the story
Yeah!

Her parents tryna distract her
While they file for divorce
Country club, golf lessons
That's just par for the course
Sixteenth birthday
Pops in the yard with a horse
He say keep them grades up
She workin' hard for that Porsche, yeah

Aspiring dancer
And she's tryna be an actrеss too
She got a trust fund
That she still ain't got no access to
Shе falls in love with every person
She attaches to
Trust she'll say it's all natural
She got some plastic too
Hit a bong, say pass that
I'm tryna get high too
It's not much left
You got a plug? And she say, "Yes I do"
Ain't had it great
So pops butter with the NYU
Three semesters in
She calls her dad, she says I'm through
(Dad I can't do this)

Distracted by the one who's
Distracted by the afters (Rich)
Distracted by the Gerrys
Distracted by the rappers (Sheesh)
Distracted by the Leos
Distracted by the actors (Hahaha)
Distracted by the bright light
So life is movin' backwards

You snapped dawg
Me and Bobby playin' tennis
Ha, they ain't ready for that shit
They ain't ready for that shit
Take it back, take it back like this
Yeah, all I do is rhyme
All I do is get this money
All I do is grind (Aye)
Play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine (Aye)
Tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind (Aye)
Yeah, uh, yeah

She in a room full of people
But she still all alone
The type to be at dinner
But the bitch still on her phone
Don't know the cost of a dollar
But know a quarter zone
Chargin' daddy's credit card
But quick to say she grown
She addicted to the 'Gram like cocaine
Couple of hunnid thousand likes on a picture
She call it fame Pullin' up in that exotic
She feel like she gotta steal Be for real
She ain't kiddin' like she on a pill
Sippin' Stillhouse
My bank account is evergreen
Your shit is Millhouse
Throwin' singles in the club
Your money still spouse
Fu*kin' Joe Schmo, just be'cause he famous
Bitches want it but know they can't attain us
They hella shameless
Livin' that life and we know
When it's one in a million
Rear to say, a motherfu*ker million
I'm goin' for billlions
Goin' for billions like aye
Come now boy, now check this flow
Quarter million on the necklace though
Jump on the track and minister the flow
Way too high to feel the slow
When I got my pain and I got my fame
Never one and the same
But I can't complain
I'ma murder the game
Rattpack all up in this thing
I know these motherfu*kers hatin'
Yeah I swear I wish you would
But two dollar holla, got my back
So it's all good (Woo, woo)

HaHaHa
Bobby, why you had to do it like that?
You know, for old time sake, yadadamean?
Let's be great, you know

Me and Bobby it's full circle
We comin' to rear cycles
I just signed my Puma deal
But I'm wearin' rare Michaels (Sheesh)
She's like, Wait my girlfriend here
But we don't wear titles
6AM, sniffin' lines of Bon Iver vinyls
Walk out cookies
And we empty out these dope containers (Damn)
I write my verses while
She rollin' goldie locks and papers (Damn)
In my city I'm a legend
You all owe me favors
They lead to Vegas
We still mobbin' for these Oakland Raiders
She fell in love with Yola
She fell in love with SoHo
She fell in love with downtown
3M lease for no ...?
Cipriani's with her friends
She orders the risotto
That pussy so good, break the beatles
So she feel like Yoko
Her favorite rapper's Gerald
But now she's into Bobby
She grew up in Snob Hill in Fresco hella snotty
She seen it all, so she's
So unimpressed by my Ferrari (Vroom)
Her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)

Takin' it back to the days
I was emailin' blogs my own music, man
Shout out Pigeons and Planes
Shout out to Confusion, yeah
I mean it was a time you had to be there
Just kids with bright eyes and big dreams, man
Me and Bobby go back like seats and scrapers, come on
Yeee, ayE

Hahaha
Shout out Coose my goose
Shout out Jesse Camp
Aye, uh, Aye, uh, Aye, uh
Shout out Tyler Yee
Shout out Bobby Bruderle