"ETA" lyrics
(Haha, what the f—?)
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
Hm (Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
I'll be there right now, lose the boy on your arm
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié', I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I'm deep in that water, it's so cold
Uh, yo' ho not gon' play her lil' part, then it's hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fuck, I'm throwed off, I got yo' ho goin' loco
Uh, bitch, go home, I ain't pickin' up none of yo' phone calls
Uh, throw him some bread, he'll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I'm pressin' that button, so watch for yo' forehead
My mom done told me 'bout savin' my money, I'm spendin' that shit like a grown man
Just hopped out, floatin', I'm two blunts deep, and I'm too turnt up for the romance
Baby girl, let's come on then, let's get goin'
Sometimes I get in my own way, I'm just goin'
Bitch, go get in your own bag, my shit overflowin'
This bitch must have a diploma, that brain goin' dumb, goddamn
Real fast, we go pink flaming', runnin' from GSP
Real mad, I done missed out on a M, I was on DND
Hell yeah, could've bought three of yo' cribs off my DSPs
Goddamn, I'm tryna get rid of this bitch, ho can't leave me be
Fuck the chains, I threw my advance in some real estate
Real pay, hop up out that "Damn, boy, you really made it"
I know I'm not hearin' from they ass till I really make it
Stop, eighty-thousand from my head to my fuckin' ankles
Wait, call the plug up, "What's your ETA?", hey
Might call yo' ho up, "What's your ETA?", hey
Wraith doin' donuts, feel like GTA
5$TAR, I got goin' up in my DNA
Wrai-Wraith doin' donuts, feel like GTA
5$TAR, I got goin' up in my DNA
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié', I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I'm deep in that water, it's so cold
Uh, yo' ho not gon' play her lil' part, then it's hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fuck, I'm throwed off, I got yo' ho goin' loco
Uh, bitch, go home, I ain't pickin' up none of yo' phone calls
Uh, throw him some bread, he'll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I'm pressin' that button, so watch for yo' forehead
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
Hm (Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
What's your ETA? What's your ETA? (Mm-mhm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
I'll be there right now, lose the boy on your arm
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié', I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I'm deep in that water, it's so cold
Uh, yo' ho not gon' play her lil' part, then it's hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fuck, I'm throwed off, I got yo' ho goin' loco
Uh, bitch, go home, I ain't pickin' up none of yo' phone calls
Uh, throw him some bread, he'll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I'm pressin' that button, so watch for yo' forehead
My mom done told me 'bout savin' my money, I'm spendin' that shit like a grown man
Just hopped out, floatin', I'm two blunts deep, and I'm too turnt up for the romance
Baby girl, let's come on then, let's get goin'
Sometimes I get in my own way, I'm just goin'
Bitch, go get in your own bag, my shit overflowin'
This bitch must have a diploma, that brain goin' dumb, goddamn
Real fast, we go pink flaming', runnin' from GSP
Real mad, I done missed out on a M, I was on DND
Hell yeah, could've bought three of yo' cribs off my DSPs
Goddamn, I'm tryna get rid of this bitch, ho can't leave me be
Fuck the chains, I threw my advance in some real estate
Real pay, hop up out that "Damn, boy, you really made it"
I know I'm not hearin' from they ass till I really make it
Stop, eighty-thousand from my head to my fuckin' ankles
Wait, call the plug up, "What's your ETA?", hey
Might call yo' ho up, "What's your ETA?", hey
Wraith doin' donuts, feel like GTA
5$TAR, I got goin' up in my DNA
Wrai-Wraith doin' donuts, feel like GTA
5$TAR, I got goin' up in my DNA
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié', I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I'm deep in that water, it's so cold
Uh, yo' ho not gon' play her lil' part, then it's hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fuck, I'm throwed off, I got yo' ho goin' loco
Uh, bitch, go home, I ain't pickin' up none of yo' phone calls
Uh, throw him some bread, he'll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I'm pressin' that button, so watch for yo' forehead
