Wait
Ha, wait
Yeah, I told that bitch to wait
Ha, wait
Yeah, I told that bitch to wait
She won't let me wait
She like how I hold my weight
She like how I do it, yeah, my way
She like how I'm fluent, wanna ride my wave
Yeah, she tryn' be my bae
My old girl spicy, yeah, old bay
And she still tryna bang
I do my thang
Workhorse, I ain't got no mustang
Yeah, this bitch wanna know my name
I'm Guappo bitch, yeah I'm tryn' get rich
I'm counting this money, yeah I got a niche
I throw that fast ball, yeah I'ma pitch, light switch
Light it up, I can't miss
I'm tryn' run up my digits
He got a lil bag, it's lookin' real midget
That nigga a coupon, bitch I'm the ticket
(Aye, aye, aye, watch out real quick guap)
(Let me talk to em' real quick)
Woah, I left her at home waiting
Yeah, for me to stretch it out
Keep giving me that silent treatment
Well bitch, you can just walk it out
I ain't smelling you niggas, no Baccarat
Bro sippin' on syrup, an awful lot
They not me so they project
Shooting my shot, all net
We goin' up place yo bets
Money out the morgue
Like the devil, collect
For that I can't wait
For Valentines, just bring yo mate
I can't tell you how much that I make baby
My lifestyle no way to escape
Gotta get it, I couldn't wait
Yeah, I couldn't wait
I hold it down like no belt on my waist
Yeah, fresh nigga, check my lace
Yeah, that guap, I gotta chase
I get that quarterback like chase
That's a quarter mill, yeah, you wanna race?
Eat my dust, yeah, how that taste?
Now you running late
Yeah, you better skate, grind
Wish you had the time
But you ain't got the time
You ain't got it, why you lyin'?
Yeah, you can't spend a dime
Now you dropping dimes
Yeah, my bad bitch she a dime
He want a bitch like mine
You better wait in line
(Haha, told that nigga wait in line bih)
Hol on, wait
I told that bitch, go away
You know every dog gon' have it's day
Wan' travel the world
I might take her to space
Blessings coming in, flood the gates
I'm goated but they won't say it
Dogging her out, I'm driving her crazy
Baby you beautiful, scream "Mudman"
If I hit you once we still locked in
I know you got a man that ain't toxic
In the back of yo mind, you got options
One thing fasho, I will not wait on nobody
Uh, you gon' stay down or what?
It won't end well if you cross me
Yeah, I told that bitch to wait
Ha, wait
Yeah, I told that bitch to wait
She won't let me wait
She like how I hold my weight
She like how I do it, yeah, my way
She like how I'm fluent, wanna ride my wave
Yeah, she tryn' be my bae
My old girl spicy, yeah, old bay
And she still tryna bang
I do my thang
Workhorse, I ain't got no mustang
Yeah, this bitch wanna know my name
I'm Guappo bitch, yeah I'm tryn' get rich
I'm counting this money, yeah I got a niche
I throw that fast ball, yeah I'ma pitch, light switch
Light it up, I can't miss
I'm tryn' run up my digits
He got a lil bag, it's lookin' real midget
That nigga a coupon, bitch I'm the ticket
(Aye, aye, aye, watch out real quick guap)
(Let me talk to em' real quick)
Woah, I left her at home waiting
Yeah, for me to stretch it out
Keep giving me that silent treatment
Well bitch, you can just walk it out
I ain't smelling you niggas, no Baccarat
Bro sippin' on syrup, an awful lot
They not me so they project
Shooting my shot, all net
We goin' up place yo bets
Money out the morgue
Like the devil, collect
For that I can't wait
For Valentines, just bring yo mate
I can't tell you how much that I make baby
My lifestyle no way to escape
Gotta get it, I couldn't wait
Yeah, I couldn't wait
I hold it down like no belt on my waist
Yeah, fresh nigga, check my lace
Yeah, that guap, I gotta chase
I get that quarterback like chase
That's a quarter mill, yeah, you wanna race?
Eat my dust, yeah, how that taste?
Now you running late
Yeah, you better skate, grind
Wish you had the time
But you ain't got the time
You ain't got it, why you lyin'?
Yeah, you can't spend a dime
Now you dropping dimes
Yeah, my bad bitch she a dime
He want a bitch like mine
You better wait in line
(Haha, told that nigga wait in line bih)
Hol on, wait
I told that bitch, go away
You know every dog gon' have it's day
Wan' travel the world
I might take her to space
Blessings coming in, flood the gates
I'm goated but they won't say it
Dogging her out, I'm driving her crazy
Baby you beautiful, scream "Mudman"
If I hit you once we still locked in
I know you got a man that ain't toxic
In the back of yo mind, you got options
One thing fasho, I will not wait on nobody
Uh, you gon' stay down or what?
It won't end well if you cross me
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Writer(s): Ahmed Jah
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