Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Impatient Freestyle, artist - Lil Pete. Date of issue: 15.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Impatient Freestyle |
| Shout out to the gang, ho |
| RIP to my niggas |
| Cocaine’s a hell of a drug |
| Shout out to my niggas that be drillin' shit |
| Free my niggas in the field that with us |
| RIP to my niggas I can’t see no more, gang |
| With this generation now it can’t be no more gang |
| Long nights, we was trappin' in them projects |
| Took a minute but we made it out the projects |
| My hood love me so my niggas, I can’t let 'em down |
| I’m that nigga and you heard it from word of mouth |
| Real nigga, I’ll show what you doin 'wrong |
| Victoria’s Secret, I’ll put you in the Louis thong |
| Yeah, baby, that’s that boss up |
| All these bitches ran through, they be tossed up |
| Why these bitches in they feelings like they lightskin? |
| But she just left ten bands on my nightstand |
| No friends, just a Glock, that’s my right hand |
| Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van |
| Yeah, bitch, you can’t play me |
| Struggle hard in these streets really made me |
| Don’t get picked off, my brother playin' safety |
| We gon' keep it low-key like I’m Haiti |
| Niggas ain’t know me, I ain’t even make it |
| Fourth and ten so you know I’m 'bout to take it |
| And could you tell me why these hoes so basic? |
| Money made, lil bitch, I’m money making |
| Never feed into these lies and these bitches |
| Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin' |
| Never feed into these lies and these bitches |
| Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy |
| Céline bag, I’ll put you in them Christians |
| Hundred dollar steaks, bitch, we Ruth Chris-in' |
| So much blue bills, think a nigga crippin' |
| Mama worried, she just worried how I’m livin' |
| To keep it real with you, baby, I can’t tell the truth |
| If it’s dreams to be sold, I can sell it too |
| I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do? |
| Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe |
| Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose |
| Fuckin' with them lame niggas, that’s the outcome |
| I’m only rollin' with some niggas tryna down some' |
| Couple winners on them cases so they found some' |
| You ain’t ridin' for yourself, that’s a head shot |
| How you niggas say y’all shootin' but send leg shots? |
| Never personal, it’s never nothin' like that |
| Blue strips out your bitch and give it right back |
| Sucker niggas down the street, heard they hate me |
| I think they mad 'cause they brodie died |
| Speakin' on me to these bitches, I ain’t even mad |
| Instead of feelings, I’m just gettin' to that fuckin' bag |
| Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt |
| I can’t even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt |
| Yeah, I be feelin' hurt |
| I can’t even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt |
| Man, tell brodie pour up that dark shit |
| Threes and twenties, all that shit |
| Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me? |
| All that shit |
| Ayy, bosses don’t brag, gangsters don’t advertise |
| You feel me? |
| Pay me in bands |
| Ask your bitch, she’ll tell you |
| All you niggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin' |
| We gon' pop out |
| Killing’s got to be accepted |
| Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line |