Awful Waffle Lyrics

Oh no

It's a missile

When it comes down

Everyone will die

Are you ready here we go

I already see them coming

Get the gun an shoot 'em in the stomach

Cuz I see them running

This ain't funny don't you shun me

People wanna take my money

I throw fades everyday

And my back is full of blades

Why you think I'm walking funny

You can never tell me nothing

You can hear me when I'm coming

Dragging the machete while I'm humming

And my heart is drumming always bumming

But I'm stunning

They keep on talking shit

Do something or you just bluffin'

Don't forget

When everybody got up and left

I'm Asking favors but they couldn't

Break up a sweat

No body gives a fuck about you

If you living in debt

Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread

Don't forget

When everybody got up and left

I'm Asking favors but they couldn't

Break up a sweat

No body gives a fuck about you

If you living in debt

Imma remember that next time people askin' for bread

One time

For the people that are still cashing checks

Two times

For the people struggling to pay the rent

Three time

To the people waking up in the projects

Four times

To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it

Five times

To the OG's better show respect

Six times

To the daughters and the sons that get neglect

Seven times

To that butterfly I did effect

Eight times

To my women don't give up leave no regrets

In between

I'm the type of person not to intervene

Don't you call me white, you don't want me to make a scene

Swear to God I'm pale as fuck looking like I'm Charlie Sheen

Pumpin Iron with CT Fletcher he's a mean machine

Like my Dad used to say CT es bien machine

I hustle everyday I don't call it work it's my routine

The amount of hater that I got you gonna need a sub machine

When my momma dies I'm gonna digger up for Halloween

Not gone lie I miss my momma

But not the drama

Who the fuck gonna stop us

From chasing comma's

There was never an Osama

Just ask Obama

Always Smoking Marijuana

Because I wanna

Dreaming bout a Range Rover

When I was smaller

Pushing Papas Lawn Mower

In mid October

Oh my God I thought I told ya

Don't get any closer

If the devil can't control ya

He can't exposure

Don't you even try it puto

Better yet ignite it puto

Don't you try to fight it puto

See you stalking her profile

Don't you even like it puto

Next time when I see your car

I'm really gonna strike it puto

I'm the one that calls the plays

I'm the one in the front lane

Be ready when I hike it puto

You the one that's acting fake

You always gotta fucken hate

Why da fuck you hiding puto

That's why you don't levitate

Or maybe it's your body weight

Don't even denying puto

Where the fucks yo self respect

No one here can find yo neck

Where the fuck you hiding it

Better yet I'm over it

Let's talk about these monuments

And who the fuck created them

My Africans and Mexicans

My Tokos and My USO's

And don't forget my Asian friends

We all United not divided

In California Wearing Dickie Pants and Pendletons

These Other states can't handle this

Or maybe it's my confidence

I don't live off of compliments

Your preachers a methodologist

One time

For the people that are still cashing checks

Two times

For the people struggling to pay the rent

Three time

To the people waking up in the projects

Four times

To that ex I'm having sex and lovin' it

Five times

To the OG's better show respect

Six times

To the daughters and the sons that get neglect

Seven times

To that butterfly I did effect

Eight times

To my women don't give up leave no regrets

It's bad to kill

Guns kill and you don't have to be a gun

You are what you choose to be

You choose