Lyrics Wait That's It - Rmc Mike

Wait That's It

Alright, Bitch!
Ghetto boy shit, nigga
Hey
Grease, where you at with it
Yo' bitch ain’t really bad, she be catfishin'
I don’t really listen to your music, 'cause there’s cap in it
Go one round, pop a perk, then I’m back in it
You got a nine, I got a ten milli, it’s a strap difference
You try too hard, bitch, I shit talk, it’s a rap difference
Tryna fuck my bitch from the side, broke my back with it
I’m a fat nigga, 308 hit his chest, got his back flippin'
I made this shit right here for all my trap niggas
That’s in the trap with it
Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin'
I’m on they ass, nigga
Z-28 bitch, I’m goin' fast in it
I’m off a six, so I’m hoping I don’t crash in it
Boy, that’s bad business
I be talkin' shit the whole beat, I don’t adlib it
Handy shit comin' off the head, boy, I’m mad giftd
Told bro to take the standard off, I’m finna air sent ya
I b willing to do anything, you can ask me anything
I got money, now I’m finna do a drill in the black bentley
One day, I’m gonna be rich, it’s that simply
No cap in me
Bitch, I got a motherfuckin' mental notepad with me, go act', see me
But you can’t, nigga, I’mma tell it how it is, I’m not a fake nigga
Plugged in, I pay 400 for a eight, nigga
It was clean, too
I think they already know I got-
I think they already know I got this shit from a fiend, too
I know a nigga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
Got a 9 on me right now, bunch of pink and blue
No betelgeuse, I need the truth
No, I don’t sell dope, but my people do
I seen the proof, I believe in you
6000 for a feature, that’s reasonable
I did that shit for my bro, let him keep a 2
Walkin' up on random hoes, like «let me sleep wit' you»
Check security at the door, I wanna beef wit' you
Take a bitch back to the trap, show her a thing or two
Make the bitch suck dick, taught her english, too
Lil bro sippin' on some treads, I’m leanin' too
Walk up on the hoe and say «bitch, I’m screaming too»
Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole
Beat my bitch off a perk-thirty, make her take control
I’m always on that bitch, boy, you hate the road
I run the city now, and I’mma make it known
Hey, winnow we on the map, baby
Yeah, we back, baby
Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby
Pulled the trigger on this bitch once, watch her act crazy
Watch how that shit run down the bottle, that’s ack, baby
These hoes say they love me 'cause the belly and the beard
Knock a nigga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
On my way home, high as hell, man, I hit a deer
Cut my white bitch off, 'cause she said «damn, I need a beer»
Got me in my head like «damn, these hoes weird»
This a tesla, bitch, lean the seat back and don’t steer
This a fan-bitch, before she suck the dick she gon' cheer
I should start a kennel, bitch, it’s all pits over here
Ha, fuck a exotic door
They say «Mike, have you ever got robbed?»
nigga, not at all
Beat a nigga ass so bad, he got the cops involved
White boy asked for perk-thirties, sold him tylenol
Nigga right his wrong, I just drove to the A and caught a flight home
Bitches want me ,'cause I’m hot now, but I’m not Mike Jones
Four whips in a lot now, with all my ice on
Pour a six in my pop, man, had all the ice gone, man, I hate that shit
Happy I could change the fam' life, I embrace that shit
Hand a bitch ten-thousand blues, like «here, make that fit»
Okay, wait, that’s it
Bitch