Im Impatient

(Mhmm)
(Mhmm)
Hold up
(They tried to treat me like I'm shit)
(I took my lick)
(Talked about me like a dog cause I'm too cold for all this shit)
(I ran this shit up I ain't asking for nun)
(Uh)
(You said Ima hoe but you asking for money)
(No)
I'm impatient
I'm too tired for all this waiting
Talk that tough shit on the net
But on the real you writing statements
Spreading lies to all these people
But to my face you ain't gone say shit
That la boy he tryna play
Get in my way you get ya face hit
Not the type to be faking nigga
They be hating nigga
Hit the gas I be racing nigga
You just can't my nigga
Don't keep all these people round me
The closest nigga could be a snake
When it get real his 22 gone have a feature with that drac
Wassam bitch
Yea
What you tryna do la nigga?
That nigga krazy I wouldn't fuck with that if I was you nigga
These niggas tender bout they hoes
They tryna fuck with sum
You really thought that she was yours?
You really dumb my nigga
I just break her, fuck her, leave her
Then it's on to the next one
Why these niggas feening for a body?
It ain't even hard to catch one
They caught me fucking with they bitch
That's why these niggas they don't like me
Had niggas tryna kill me
They wasn't even tryna fight me
Cause I'm raw
Man I'm too official they had to keep a crew
Fucked over one then they doubled up
I had to get him too
I don't fuck with anybody
When it come to me you don't have a clue
They be satisfied with lies it's like they scared to see the truth
They on that gas
Put em on they ass they jumping off the roof
They spreading rumors bout my daddy
They don't even have no proof
I get active bout this shit
I ain't just talking for the booth
Done gave them niggas hell and now they tryna have a truce
How you be talking all this shit
But be copping out
How the fuck you gone get active?
You run your mouth la boy you talk alot
Let's rock out
I been outside you ain't tryna pop out
Man they trap is never jumping
They shit tapped out
Man they sending all these threats
But that's a nice try
How he say he stand on ten but he a chicken?
La bitch Popeyes
Do not try
Quick to put a check over that bitch because I'm bout business
I'm impatient
I'm too tired for all this waiting
Talk that tough shit on the net
But on the real you writing statements
Spreading lies to all these people
But to my face you ain't gone say shit
That la boy he tryna play
Get in my way you get ya face hit
Not the type to be faking nigga
They be hating nigga
Hit the gas I be racing nigga
You just can't my nigga
Don't keep all these people round me
The closest nigga could be a snake
When it get real his 22 gone have a feature with that drac



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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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