Wait!? (No Hook) Lyrics

KWA, I think that's short for Kwaje'lanne

I don't know how to pronounce that

We gon' get it right though

I think she just started doing music, so ya'll make sure y'all go check that out

Uh Yeah, let's get right into it

Yeah

Um

Aye She ain't even popping, she can't spit like me

Is she fluent on the topic doing tricks like me?

And these niggas really tricking need a chick like me

But I don't need nan nigga, chick get like me

I'll pull up ass out and a blue Icee

Blow a kiss at any bitch, say she don't like me

If I ride it from the back, bet he gon' wife me

And he ain't gotta sell weight, but I am pricey

I ain't never met a nigga that could one night me

It's a million other hoes still ain't one like me

Say it's a cold-ass world, baby, come ice me

It's a quarter till, bet I make him come by three

Nigga can't hype me, shit is unlikely

I like niggas who be ballin', but he can't buy me

Bitches can't try me, shit is unlikely

Yeah, I seen that nigga callin', but he ain't my steez

Let me cuff my sleeve, let me puff my weed

And these bitches really sleepin', tell him up them Zs

Yeah, I seen you touch base, but you ain't touch the queen

Yeah, I see you fuckin' him, but you can't fuck with me

Bitch, I like to fuck with one nigga, that's a tight grip

And I'd rather smoke za, but I might sip

Bitches talk loud on the gram, really tight lip

If that nigga fine, double tap and a right click

Side chick, we ain't never ever one of those

You kiss him in his mouth, this nigga suckin' on my toes

You a hoe for this nigga, he my slut though

Let him eat it up, but he can't put it in my butt though

Uh-oh, pretty bitch, he like, bae, you throwin' it back

If he put you on top, cause he know it's a wrap

Then you need a new whip, or he holdin' you back

Real shit, ask a baller, they gon' know it ain't cap

Real quick, where my bad bitches throwin' the stacks

Where my big booty hoes touch your toes if it's fat

Where my hood ass niggas that be stuck in the trap

If you see a bad bitch, tell her make the shit clap, like

Tell her make the shit clap, like

Tell her make the shit clap, like

Why the fuck these niggas so mother fucking broke

But still want some mother fucking pussy for free

Aye

Rich niggas to the front, broke niggas get lost

I need a nigga that's gon' swipe, he gon' ask what it cost

He can't fuck with a boss, and that's word

If he ain't spendin' cash, kick that nigga to the curb

Heard real niggas tap in, fake niggas tap out

I know some niggas still mad, they can't see what it's about

They be chasin' the clout, and that's word

If he ain't eatin', kick that nigga to the curb

Swerve, doin' 80 in a 50 in the fast lane

Ridin' with my people, Casamigos, yeah, that way

Bring him to the crib, we can chill, but he can't stay

Need a couple mil, fuck a feel, bae, I can't wait

Ooh, I get real lit, got a couple niggas that I deal with

Know a couple niggas wanna feel it, they be stealin' niggas, kill me

Got more ups and downs than a drill beat

Tellin' me, you hear me, do you feel me

Right, brown skin, I'm a poet, not a lyricist

Hating for no reason, do that really mean you feelin' me

I power up on hoes, any chance I get, I'm killin' shit

He want a good girl, but I'd rather be a villain

Miss Petty guess it came with the pretty

I'm just a hood-ass country girl actin' sadiddy

Rockin' Remy and my nails long, fuckin' him to Trey Songz

Bitches thought they seen the last of me, boy, was they wrong

Askin' me some questions, I don't know shit

If that nigga fine with a bag, I lose focus

He don't get the kitty, now he mad, hocus pocus

That nigga was here, now he gone, red notice, what's the motion

They ain't listenin' for real unless I'm poppin' my shit

And I ain't havin' it for real till I can pop a few whips

Three cribs with no bedrooms, two studios with leg room

A couple bad bitches just to clean it when I ain't home, yeah

Real talk, who be poppin' like me

Who y'all really wanna hear speak on the topic like me

Tell a bitch we gettin' money, you ain't gotta like me

And your nigga really a gnat, he could never hype me

That shit is unlikely, that nigga not my steez

It's too many broke niggas, let me grab my keys

Bitches can't try me, that's really unlikely

Love a nigga that be ballin', still he can't buy me

He can buy me rings if I rock his chain

Then that nigga really mine, I don't need his name

If I don't really like the nigga, I might share his page

And the letters go A to Z, but that bitch ain't K