SORRY 4 THE WAIT Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Air Force One's with a grey nike tech on
I'm laid up with a pretty lil' redbone
For the pain, I get high till' my head gone
I be stacking my chips like a lego
Pretty boy, that don't mean I'm conceited
Craving love but I really don't need it
Momma knew I was him as a fetus
Heard your bitch tryna gag on my penis
If you ain't giving back what I'm giving out, it ain't no point of trying
He disrespected the P's and I ended up crashing out, I don't play about mine
They set the bar so I aim for the sky
Working that fire like the 4th of July
She hit my phone, I ain't even reply
Braids to the back, number 3 A.I
Lately I been so numb, I don't know how to cry
Taught to keep it 100 so why would I lie
Bullets up in the .9 go both ways, yeah they bi
Mr. put that shit on, niggas know I be fly
They say Boolinski why you ain't been drop and I tell em' I'm sorry for the wait
Got a brand new rollie for the wrist watch and it don't even tell the time of day
I'm on business, I don't got no time to play
Ima work, work, work like Rihanna say
ARP go berserk, hit his shoulder blade
I pull up like I'm durk and I fade away
Dragging balls on her face like a anime
I know you insecure but baby don't bash yourself
Stuck looking for answers, why don't you ask yourself
Wasn't nothing before me, don't even try to gas yourself
All this counterfeit money, I gotta go stash the wealth
Gotta go grab the glock off the shelf
Altruistic, I never been selfish
I be hurting, I won't ask for help
I'm full of pride and it's sad I can't help it
My heart made out of ice and it melted
I get caught in that jam and won't tell shit
No COVID, but my flow getting real sick
Ganja punching my lungs, Rocky Balboa
I'm hardbody just like a boulder, uh huh
Uzi Vert, do my dance with my shoulder
I know a junkie, put xan in the soda
I heard lil' bro mad at me bout' a bitch, but it's crazy cause' I don't even want her
Ima go hard in the paint like my pops, Ima come through and finish the job with a floater
Air Force One's with a grey nike tech on
I'm laid up with a pretty lil' redbone
For the pain, I get high till' my head gone
I be stacking my chips like a lego
Pretty boy, that don't mean I'm conceited
Craving love but I really don't need it
Momma knew I was him as a fetus
Heard your bitch tryna gag on my penis
If you ain't giving back what I'm giving out, it ain't no point of trying
He disrespected the P's and I ended up crashing out, I don't play about mine
They set the bar so I aim for the sky
Working that fire like the 4th of July
She hit my phone, I ain't even reply
Braids to the back, number 3 A.I
Lately I been so numb, I don't know how to cry
Taught to keep it 100 so why would I lie
Bullets up in the .9 go both ways, yeah they bi
Mr. put that shit on, niggas know I be fly
They say Boolinski why you ain't been drop and I tell em' I'm sorry for the wait
Got a brand new rollie for the wrist watch and it don't even tell the time of day
I'm on business, I don't got no time to play
Ima work, work, work like Rihanna say
ARP go berserk, hit his shoulder blade
I pull up like I'm durk and I fade away
Dragging balls on her face like a anime