PATIENTLY WAITING Lyrics

Uh, 2ooslyme, BSG, Vrrlddd

Long live all my people nigga

They say what's the name of them shoes, I said they just cost a lot

Late night and then strika speedin, hope I don't fly past a cop

Hit they lights, bump tryn take that charge so I throw out the glock

Hoe ahh niggas keep going on and on til bullets make em stop

Uh, bullets stop em in his tracks

We turn oppa ass niggas to packs

Talk too much bout these crimes and your song is really just like rattin

They don't even know the definition of real, All these niggas plastic

Cop a pack and I'm gon' make it stretch out like we doing gymnastics

Patiently waiting until it's my time, swear it's gon' be massive

You already know what's going on

We the most headed in the city, everybody dropping fives

If maybe he would've shot his switch, he still would've been alive

No, you ain't hit this block for real, why you keep telling lies

I took his pole then told him, move around, nigga you've been slymed

On the way to the ville in two different strikas and you know we racing

Smoked like three blunts of that Za, and now I'm looking like I'm Asian

Spot a lil bitch off the gram, she bad as hell and she blasian

Can't even lie, I kinda like it when she talk to me like I'm crazy

Uh, Patiently waiting

These niggas don't got no reason but they hating

Shawty like icloe, she for the streets so I can't do no saving

You know I'm just slaying these hoes

Went up, down, left, right, back, no cheat code

Bald head 9's look just like Kemo

Every time I hop on the beat, they like he cold

My mom and daddy's firstborn, so I always felt like I was chosen

Pull up to Chicago, drop that bag, and ball like I'm DeRozan

I done stayed out for so long, I'm tryna get my wrist on frozen

Man, the move these niggas be trying to pull, I swear they be so bogus

They said, what's the name of them shoes? I said, they just cost a lot

Late night in this strika speedin, hope I don't fly past a cop

Hit they lights, bump tryn take that charge, so I throw it out the glock

Hoe ahh nigga keep going on and on til bullets make him stop

Uh, Bullets stop him in his tracks

We turn opp ass niggas to packs

Talk too much about these crimes in your songs, it's really just like rattin

They don't even know the definition of real, all these niggas plastic

Cop a pack and I'm gon' make it stretch out like we doing gymnastics

Patiently waiting until it's my time, swear it's gon' be massive

You already know whats going on