Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wait That's It , by - Rmc Mike. Release date: 26.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |