A little Wait ft. Lani Gee Lyrics

Uranium 239

Man, this shit took a little bit of patience

And I got a white head and walkin' showin' his name Mason

Smokin' back-to-back woodies, got me feelin' like I'm blazin

Put the racks in the microwave, it's missile radiation

Pull up, hop inside the whip, yeah, my Dixie finna taste it

I don't want your bitch, nigga, that bitch basic

Other time, trust with your bitch when you on vacation

I done fucked hoes in unordinary places

You can try to run, but you gon' die, bitch, I'm Jason

He ain't been to Same since he copped, bitch, I laced him

Yeah, he lived, but his face fucked, cause I faced him

My nigga run track, you should see the way he chased him

Call me Jeffrey Dahmer, the way this chopper, ate him

I get your house raided like your wife's streamin' with Aiden

Hold on, bitch, I want some other shit

You want some sucker shit

I stole the bitch's credit card, you really think I love that bitch

She yawned with her mouth full, but make the bitch suck the dick

Three niggas, one bitch, man, you gotta fuck the clique

Nevermind, too, cause I ain't fuckin' shit

I might just get her pussy wet when I rub her clit

That nigga a hard drive, you heard it, Willis, fuck this bitch

Boy, you better tighten up, you ain't heard the other shit

I woke up at six o'clock and piled up a six

A freak layin' in my bed last night, she was doin' tricks

I got plenty shooters in that train to assist

And we all got glee, she better bring a bun in his bitch

Bullets in my chopper look like a thumb in his bitch

When you get to poppin' out his legs, you get to dancin' and shit

Oh my God, what's that smell? Wait, forget all the shit

Plenty's eye in that car smell like somebody's shit

Red beam on his face like a nigga got a zit

All you one-top chef niggas comin' by a zip

Cryin' over me, this bitch better get a grip

Down over this bitch, I ain't worth it yet

Bitch, I'm really ballin', yeah, I got Milwaukee bucks

If I hit Casey's phone, then she know what's up

And your bitch texted talkin' bout a trigger like a slut

It can hurt guts, yeah, I'm beatin' that shit up

Big Lani to you niggas, can't fuck with me

If I see a hyper, give him a test or two and fuck with me

I'm on his ass, now you scared, boy, you shouldn't have fucked with me

Boy, your ass been trapped for 20 years, you still ain't touched it

Put my hand in a pussy, I ain't got a word, I got a stick

Try to take a smack at me and my nigga, but your nigga's missin

I ain't dropped in a year, baby, I know you niggas missin

Think that bitch got money, boy, her ass rockin' missiles

I like gettin' my dick sucked, this bitch like tryna kiss me

I done fucked my hand up, so I'm finna whoop her with the dick

Every time I go to this bitch house, I start gettin' itchy

25 ain't enough, you know I had to dump 50

50 grits, 50 blicks, it don't matter, I did that shit

She fucked your homeboy and your goofy ass and leave that bitch

Just cause I ain't sayin' shit don't mean I ain't see that shit

Red beam on his body, but I'm finna green this bitch

Sexy ass nigga, I be gone off the liquor

I'm high as a bitch, but I'll stone me a nigga

Put a bag on your head, boy, I'll own me a nigga

I ain't really tryna talk, I'm in my zone, lil' nigga

Y'all be still sharin' smacks, get your own, lil' nigga

You ain't talkin' bout no money, get it off my phone, lil' nigga