Wait On It

Lyrics
Is that Tango on the beat? My brother can't get it done, then put that weight on me My mama used to trip on me, I told her wait on it Everything, every dream I had, just wait on it Step across the boundaries, we gon' wait on it We gon' wait on it We gon' wait on it You the type to have the opportunity and wait on it I'm the type to smack the plug and put some weight on it Got some dogs down bad, they depending on me So I got all water shoes, ain't no slipping on me This shit don't work out for me, we acting different homie Bitches all on my phone, we get to pickin' on em I'm like laugh, you can have her Any bitch I double tapped, then I bagged her Pass the phone off to Clint, you can have this I'm trying to focus on these racks, fuck a bad bitch Real life, these hoes only bring you baggage You be thinking how much money you could be having And she still come and see me, boy I'm laughing Ain't that crazy I be sneaking and I'm geeking on your lady You a lame ass nigga cause you waited I get money every day, no patience That my plug playing again, put some weight on it You ain't go out for quarantine, I ain't wait on it We're the electric Tesla gang, we get paid homie OCA on my neck, it's engraved on me I'm a little ass island all the waves on me They be acting like I'm Pump, they be hating on me When these kids steal my swag, they ain't wait on me I was feeling overwhelmed against the weight on me But realistically, I'm standing by myself Still won't let no label put me on no shelf I ain't never had my hand out for no help Told em wait on me if it's feelings that you felt We for lifers man, this shit we do don't tell You my twin, we in too deep this shit 4L You my twin, we in too deep this shit 4L Is that Tango on the beat? [?] on a thot, like you know I'm finna hit We a OVO sponsor, make a band, keep a bitch Yeah that choppa gon' be green, choppa yes I keep a grip Got her name in my phone Planet Fitness cause she push up I'm the one these bitches look up You could catch me in your city, damn a nigga booked up I won't talk about it, na that's funny Now we pouring lines inside the soda till we fucked up
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Credits
- Writers
- TrapboyTango
- Lil Candy Paint