WAIT - Freestyle
Running up them band'z, ooouuu
Wait, Wait, Wait
I ain't even Finna start my verse off that way
Cause I ain't into stealing flows
Y'all steady chasing them hoes
And this nigga with the least, really impacting the most
Uh
You beg her, she be giving up the Coochie 'prolly
That nigga sweating now, think he must've popped a molly
I don't pop them xans, nigga we just hit up Follies
Ain't talking kosher, but these bitches pretty salty
Ain't talking pepper
My checks they still getting bigger
Save stacks they turn into figures
Black icons, we getting richer
You ain't down? An't fucking with 'ya
Ain't sweet ain't talking no Swisher
Heres the Mrs. wheres the Mr?
Ain't missed her, my bitch will hit 'ya
Yo, Look
What a beautiful sound
Mane, you walking 'round town with that busted ass frown
Why you looking so down?
Mane, you got to look up
Cause niggas Milly Rock that ass if you ain't paying it up
I mean, paying attention
Give that ass detention
Oh, Wait
Not to mention they come in my direction
I post
Yes, i'm flexing and maybe
Yes, i'm flossing
Don't even need the lip gloss to be the one that's popping
Get it?
Yo, be switching flows and they all mine
Just take a listen a hit, just press that rewind
Ain't talking behind
You slacking beehive
Yo shit is whack
It's peeling back
Receding Hair line
No, I don't be lyin'
Nah, you can't be mine
Man, you'z a silly muthafuqqa' who cain't read signs
I mean, them bright ones
You ain't a bright one
You tried to play me, baby?
And you got the right one
And at the wrong time
This shit is all mine
I got that sour attitude, no not them green limes
Get busy teez-ime
I'm Franklin Steez-in
Bitch, it ain't halloween but I scare bigs time
Wait
Wait
Wait, I scare 'em bigs time
I got them scared, they shook, they shocked, the monster big eyes
That chupacabra bitch
Rocking designers bitch
I put them on, yeah trendsetter yeah they copying
Bitch, you ain't SuBang
Flex in the same thang'
Thinking you hot, with that lil bitty gold chain
You want respect?
C'mon lil nigga
That goes both ways
You Mike-n-Ike'in
You confused
You going both ways
Oh, you on top now?
Oh, you the boss now?
You at the bus stop, i'm shopping for this Buss down
No Thotiana when I said that, Bust down
And you ain't moving no where bitch, that Bus down
Wait, Wait, Wait
I ain't even Finna start my verse off that way
Cause I ain't into stealing flows
Y'all steady chasing them hoes
And this nigga with the least, really impacting the most
Uh
You beg her, she be giving up the Coochie 'prolly
That nigga sweating now, think he must've popped a molly
I don't pop them xans, nigga we just hit up Follies
Ain't talking kosher, but these bitches pretty salty
Ain't talking pepper
My checks they still getting bigger
Save stacks they turn into figures
Black icons, we getting richer
You ain't down? An't fucking with 'ya
Ain't sweet ain't talking no Swisher
Heres the Mrs. wheres the Mr?
Ain't missed her, my bitch will hit 'ya
Yo, Look
What a beautiful sound
Mane, you walking 'round town with that busted ass frown
Why you looking so down?
Mane, you got to look up
Cause niggas Milly Rock that ass if you ain't paying it up
I mean, paying attention
Give that ass detention
Oh, Wait
Not to mention they come in my direction
I post
Yes, i'm flexing and maybe
Yes, i'm flossing
Don't even need the lip gloss to be the one that's popping
Get it?
Yo, be switching flows and they all mine
Just take a listen a hit, just press that rewind
Ain't talking behind
You slacking beehive
Yo shit is whack
It's peeling back
Receding Hair line
No, I don't be lyin'
Nah, you can't be mine
Man, you'z a silly muthafuqqa' who cain't read signs
I mean, them bright ones
You ain't a bright one
You tried to play me, baby?
And you got the right one
And at the wrong time
This shit is all mine
I got that sour attitude, no not them green limes
Get busy teez-ime
I'm Franklin Steez-in
Bitch, it ain't halloween but I scare bigs time
Wait
Wait
Wait, I scare 'em bigs time
I got them scared, they shook, they shocked, the monster big eyes
That chupacabra bitch
Rocking designers bitch
I put them on, yeah trendsetter yeah they copying
Bitch, you ain't SuBang
Flex in the same thang'
Thinking you hot, with that lil bitty gold chain
You want respect?
C'mon lil nigga
That goes both ways
You Mike-n-Ike'in
You confused
You going both ways
Oh, you on top now?
Oh, you the boss now?
You at the bus stop, i'm shopping for this Buss down
No Thotiana when I said that, Bust down
And you ain't moving no where bitch, that Bus down
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Writer(s): J’son Mcclure
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