Congratulations ft. Wabbiiee Lyrics

Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper

I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers

They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers

I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers

I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking

I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking

The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking

The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga

Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it

A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty

You call your dad, then on my dad, I'ma step about it

And show a nigga, I'm the best, he get left out it

And every time Wabbiiee step, he got the best outfit

I need the whole loaf and you can take the rest, shawty

And that's my son, he the one, doing what I taught him

How you get them new kicks, I thought I bought him

I play ball every day, but this ain't no Spalding

I cross a nigga every day till I get the balding

It's about pay, I'm the one that these niggas calling

Say it's about bread, take his legs and have him pick it up

Left my last bitch alone, new one got a bigger butt

I send my bro a text, my nigga's finna send him up

He try to play, it's okay, I'ma get you touched

I'ma sign for a hundred K or I'ma get you bust

Ayy, congratulations

Congratulations, nigga

Ayy

They thought I'm finished, but I'm back up in the booth again

Don't let me catch that nigga lacking, I'm gon' shoot again

You don't like the way that I be talking up that toolie then

Silence on the gun and get to shushing like a movie fan

Niggas wanna fight, we don't fight hoes

Sticks tucked, better duck, you can't fight those

Ayy, you mad at me cause your wife chose

I get the drop on them suckas, we gon' light poles

Ayy, deuce in the Sprite, got it tasting like some candy

Pretty bitch, fending for the dick, need a plan B

Niggas think they hiding, bitch, we see that Yoda Camry

Sliding that foreign, got me feeling like I'm fancy

Yeah, my Mexican, keep a tool, handy Manny

Keep them snake niggas off my grass like I'm Stanley

Tryna turn a sucka to a phantom like he Danny

And nigga, we ain't fighting, I keep toys like I'm Andy

We got 40s, nickels, PT, he keep a rocket

Lil' bro, he got some shit to knock the eyes up out your sockets

You know that boy don't want no war with us, so tell him stop it

Call up Wabbiiee, he gon' slither through the grass and try to chop him

Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper

I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers

They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers

I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers

I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking

I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking

The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking

The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga

Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it

A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty