"WAITING ROOM" lyrics
Haha (Yo Skinny, you wildin')
Ah
Ayy, pour that drank up, nigga
Ah, huh
Nigga, how much is you gettin' paid?
When you hatin' on a nigga, do that give you praise?
When you wait for me to fall, when do you elevate?
Nigga, I'm on that money mission, I can't celebrate
Got to a point where I feel like my birthday everyday
Know they want me fallin' off, but I came here to stay
Matter fact, these niggas pussy, even think I fade
And your bitch already died, man, she can't be saved
She take molly at the trap, she ain't go to no rave
I know she ain't tellin' you, but nigga, I'm her fave
Okay, that's your lil' wife, you better say what you say
Ah, hrr, nigga, hrr, hrr
Ten Backwoods and some codeine, I can barely stand
I be in the kitchen water whippin' out the Peter Pan
Flyin' on a jet, I'm fresh to death, I hope I never land
Shit down to a science, I know how to thumb a rubber band
He reached for this chain and now I got his blood up on my—fuck
He reached for this chain and got his blood up on my fuckin' hand
Bitch, is you a thot? If we not fuckin', don't come to the pad
We was out in Neiman's with the piece, scammin' Gucci bags
I walk out these riches, that's a switch, we was from the rags
Niggas turn to snitches, get stitches, why you fuckin' mad? Nigga
We was poppin' 30s, servin' 30s, now I'm poppin' tags
How she bringing nothin' to the table, she just shakin' ass
Conversation would've leveled up, but we can't get the bag, nigga
Ah
Ayy, pour that drank up, nigga
Ah, huh
Nigga, how much is you gettin' paid?
When you hatin' on a nigga, do that give you praise?
When you wait for me to fall, when do you elevate?
Nigga, I'm on that money mission, I can't celebrate
Got to a point where I feel like my birthday everyday
Know they want me fallin' off, but I came here to stay
Matter fact, these niggas pussy, even think I fade
And your bitch already died, man, she can't be saved
She take molly at the trap, she ain't go to no rave
I know she ain't tellin' you, but nigga, I'm her fave
Okay, that's your lil' wife, you better say what you say
Ah, hrr, nigga, hrr, hrr
Ten Backwoods and some codeine, I can barely stand
I be in the kitchen water whippin' out the Peter Pan
Flyin' on a jet, I'm fresh to death, I hope I never land
Shit down to a science, I know how to thumb a rubber band
He reached for this chain and now I got his blood up on my—fuck
He reached for this chain and got his blood up on my fuckin' hand
Bitch, is you a thot? If we not fuckin', don't come to the pad
We was out in Neiman's with the piece, scammin' Gucci bags
I walk out these riches, that's a switch, we was from the rags
Niggas turn to snitches, get stitches, why you fuckin' mad? Nigga
We was poppin' 30s, servin' 30s, now I'm poppin' tags
How she bringing nothin' to the table, she just shakin' ass
Conversation would've leveled up, but we can't get the bag, nigga
