Ain't No Waiting

Hell yeah

Had to get this shit now, 'cause it ain't no waiting

Had to get this shit now

Had to get this shit now, 'cause it ain't no waiting

Had to fuck the bank twice, ain't no masturbating

I've been balling super hard, I feel like Chamberlain

Fuck that bitch and then I get let her go, you know she waiting

Fuck that bitch and then I give her back, her boyfriend hating

Slow my life down with them Xannies, bitch, I'm in the matrix

Rolling up a blunt, it's OG gas, and I'ma face it

Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah

I go through these phases, it's amazing

This bitch drive me crazy

Like Mercedes

Crash the Mercedеs

Smash your lady

On the daily

Fuck nigga, don't play me

Fuck nigga, I play for keeps

On the scеne, I spray then leave

These niggas won't let me be

These niggas won't let me breathe

Run up on me, I make 'em bleed

Choppa on me, it make 'em leak

New gun, I'ma cock it back

Put that to your stock, and cap

Click-clack, fuck nigga, get back

Bobby Brown, I'ma spit that crack

Get the fuck out of my trap

You ain't welcome in my trap

Real niggas up in my trap

Trill niggas up in my trap

We don't know how to act

Lately, I've been pouring up Act'

Bad bitch get hit from the back

After that, may give her a stack

I ain't pay for a pussy, no cap

I ain't pay for a pussy, no cap

Bitch still wanna come, get that

Wanna know where my new crib at

Fuck nigga, you better fall back

'Cause the gun to your head, fall back

Got a gun in my hand, fall back

Got a gun on my hip, fall back

Got a choppa in the trunk, fall back

'Cause we dip, we jump, fall back

Put a bullet hole in yo' ball cap

And you know we don't fuck wit all that

And your dog topped, like durag

On the top, like a new durag

I'ma fuck your bitch, do that

I'ma leave her in the past

I'ma count up all my cash

I'ma get right in my bag

I know these niggas mad

'Cause all I do is brag

I don't look at the tags

That. 40 on me, get tagged

That. 40 on me, get dragged

These niggas not straight, they fags

You know I get money, all rack

Rack up, rack up, that rack

Run up on me, you get hit, clapped

Run that shit like a lap

So perky my relapse

I run it like a lap

The police on my ass, uh

I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh

Yeah, I do the most

Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah

Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes

Run up on me, . 40 on me, leave you traumatized

My gun got a silence, you know you ain't die, bitch

Run up you gon' die bitch, got a. 45 bitch

With a. 9 bitch, you know you ain't my bitch

You ain't my bitch, you know you ain't my bitch

You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch

You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch

You's a sidek-, sidek-, you a sidekick, side

I still may go ride it like a bike

Run up on me, then you gonna die

Put that on my life, my dick in your wife

Yeah, hell yeah

Fucking right, hell yeah

Fucking right, hell yeah, yeah

Bitch I'm booted, bitch I'm zooted, and you know

Probably run up on 'em, then I let it go

I was running through the six with the woes

40 hit 'em with it, woah

Money machine gang

Money machine gang, Xanny and lean gang

Money machine gang, money machine gang

Money machine gang, fuck your team gang

Money machine gang, fuck your team gang

Money machine gang, fuck your team gang

She do the whole gang, that's a team thang

Money machine gang, money machine gang

Money machine gang, money machine gang

I feel like a boss, bitch, you're fired, you laid off

A killer at heart, bitch, I feel like I'm Adolf

In the cut, my AK on me, I'm gonna let it off, uh

Don't believe try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off, huh, ayy

Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy

Off the molly gang, at your bitch house, uh, ayy

Got the whole gang at your bitch house, uh, ayy

Did our whole thing at your bitch house, yeah

I'm back out, got locked up for selling at the crack house

Skate up on a nigga at the blackout

Mask out, fuck 'em up

Mag out, fuck 'em up

He on my phone, he ordered to fuck me up, yeah, yeah, huh

So we had to fuck him up, ayy, yeah

Ayy, G-Money in the cut, countin' money up

Ayy, I'ma take a Perc to ease the pain

I'ma buy a Perc today

60 through Cash App, send that shit this way

Plug pull up, Ruger's tucked, shoot 'em up

Shoo-shoot 'em up, shoo-shoot 'em up

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I get high, bitch I don't care

Touch the sky bitch, you not my bitch

Woah ho-oh

My gun got a silence (mhm), you know you ain't die bitch (yeah)

I'm fly- c'mon

Woah ho-oh

What's brakkin', uh, huh, huh

I know niggas lacking, uh, huh, huh

I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh

40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh

Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh

Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh

If I don't got it then my brother got one, huh

Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts

Ayy, wait

Better get your money up

Ayy, yeah

I be on a money hunt

Ayy, yeah

On your spot, I shoot it up

Ayy, ain't no Timberland, I boot it up, yeah, ayy

One second, it's leave me alone

Then, I don't want to be alone

Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone

But I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be there alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be here alone

I don't wanna be alone

I don't wanna be if she can't be with me, I won't be

If she can't see with me, I won't see, yeah

She's what I need, yeah

Like pills and I ring, yeah

Mix that with that lean, that promethazine

Make my sprite bleed, make my sprite bleed

Make your gang bleed, huh, ayy, huh

I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came

Fuck the bank till the guap came

I fell in love with that bitch, she love cocaine

Too bad we don't love the same things

I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah

Fuck the bank till the guap came

I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine

Too bad we don't like the same things

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, huh, yeah

Keep in tucked, yeah, huh, huh

You can't keep up with us (yeah, ayy)

I remember they was dissing us

The same hoes down to fuck, yeah

I don't like parties, but I still go

Balenciaga runners look like steel toes (huh, huh, yeah I got [?])

Paper on me

Bitch I'm out of your reach

Out of your re–

Money on me (money)

40 on me, yeah

Hundreds on me, yeah

(Woah ho-oh)

(Yeah)

(Mhm)

(Yeah, ayy)

(Woah ho-ho)