"Impatient" lyrics

[Yeat:]
(Wanna have my baby)
(I've been on Molly for weeks)
(Have my baby)

I've been on Molly for weeks, got a bitch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
Fuck it, crash the whip (Shit weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)

[OODareDevil:]
Pop thirty and Xanny, I'm sleep (Phew)
Drop 'til my money on me ([?])
They say "Boy, you be singin' like Lee" (Yeah, yeah)
I mix double C with double G
Got a bitch named Gawk, I don't know, I ain't see (Bitch)
And I'm sippin' Adderall, I don't know what I see
All my demons on go mode, don't test me
Big body Benz take off, go vroom (Vroom)
In this bitch with two baddies, gimme a room
Fuck on that bitch, when she jump, it go "boom"
I been flexin' on niggas, got nothin' to prove
I stay with a figure, we sippin' on juice
I been high for way too many days
Got money on the line, bitches on the line
Man, I got too many plays (Yeah)
I get that money in like four ways (Uh)
She gon' eat on the dick, foreplay (Eh)
Got my wrist in the pot, stir it, pour an eight (Eh, eh, uh)
No cap, got a plug named Horay (Huh)
Niggas scrapin' that pot, crack, gourmet (Dub)
I got Tech in my cup, ain't no Chardonnay (Uh)
Mixin' Molly with Addy, been up for days (Yeah)
And I ain't tryna wait (Yeah)

[Yeat:]
I've been on Molly for weeks, got a bitch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
Fuck it, crash the whip (Shit weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)

Ridin' 'round, 'round in that bih', yeah (Zoom)
Foreign designer my feet, yeah (Skrrt)
I been fed up for some week (Yeah)
Too many sandy cheeks at the beach (Yeah)
Hop on the road, yeah, I'm littering
I just went double cup the smithereens (Uh)
Yeah, I'm fresh, I feel like Listerine (Yeah)
With a Palm Angels jacket, baguette on my ring, yeah
Vroom, run it- run it up like I play for the Bucks (Skrrt)
I'm goin' up, I don't really need no love (No)
Look at my team, my ring, my mothafuckin' scene (It's a scene, it's a scene, yeah)
Take an Oxy' and I go in, a million years (Yeah)
I need to hop in the coupe, I'm goin' fast (Skrrt, skrrrt)
It's a language, it's fluent, I'm talkin' 'bout cash (Oh, yeah)
I just spent like seven on some Raf (Goddamn)
I'm fuckin' your lil' bitty bitch and I gave her a rash (Skrrt, skrrt)

I've been on Molly for weeks, got a bitch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
Fuck it, crash the whip (Shit weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)