Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wait Your Turn B , by - Styles P. Release date: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Wait Your Turn B |
| Chillin' at the Amaco |
| Lighting up botanical |
| Seen a nigga I ain’t like |
| Shouldda let the hammer go down to do the dirt |
| But I know the church is Manago |
| I don’t want the sin on my soul 'cause I plan to go |
| So I keep rolling up |
| But he ice grilling and he swollen up |
| But he ain’t old enough to never see another day |
| I’m thinking this but I ain’t put my gun away |
| He act, I’mma clap, and these people gon' run away |
| They gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle |
| I’mma be upstate full of hate tryin' see it through |
| So I put it in first I’mma catch 'em all alone then I’m putting work |
| You wanna test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| Test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| In the club by myself getting sized up so I just rised up but I didn’t need help |
| Had a knife in the belt and a bottle that was comp |
| I’m always ready to romp, I move kinda stealth |
| Hammer in the ride with the driver outside by the door with cocked back four |
| He familiar with the war and the tour keep a bullet in his jaw |
| Know for sure that shit can get raw when I slide |
| They say what up, no what up back |
| Ghost bust first, no bust back |
| Keep that same energy, hope you remember me |
| I’mma be that enemy that won’t ever cut slack |
| You wanna test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| Test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| Couple a niggas don’t even like Ghost |
| Start shit up, get lit up like they a light post |
| I ain’t into arguing, I ain’t into bargainin' |
| Get a and a hoodie, knife and a cardigan |
| You see me throwing the peace sign |
| That two could turn to two guns up when it’s creep time |
| Slug through the peephole, now he sleep though |
| He the one asking for sleep time |
| Test me, you gotta wait your turn B |
| Get a bag full of guns and prepare for the journey |
| Get six pallbearers, a couple attorneys |
| You gon' either not leave or leave in a gurney |
| Ghost |
| You wanna test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| Test me? |
| (You gotta) |
| Wait your turn B |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |
| I put my foot down firmly |
| Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don’t concern me |
| You wanna test me? |
| There’s a long line of niggas that’s ready to burn me |