SRRY 4 THE WAIT Lyrics

I'm back

I told y'all bitches I was coming back

I'm on y'all fucking necks and I'm not letting up

The fuck

Nigga told me that he like me I don't like 'em back

Baby Imma ghoster, if we fuck change up my act

Steady sucking on my neck, just do that on my cooch & crack

Bitch you know it's snatchies, when I'm done just grab him back

Don't hang with no fake shooters real steppers they will walk you down

Laidback and be chilling, don't like bitches that be talking loud

Ass out in my jeans and all this money got them falling down

Pretty ass lil' bitch at yo event smelling like a pound

Remember getting high, momma yell now we both was loud

Throw some shit at me while I'm on stage I'm shooting up the crowd

Praying for a bitch to run up on me Imma scrub the ground

Bitch don't ask me where yo' nigga at go check the lost and found

I just bought a zap me and gang might smoke it all

And if the laws hit the cherries put that shit up in our drawls

I might freak on me a nigga but I still can't lick his balls

And when I'm with my sneaky link I just decline my man calls

Pms-ing and I'm sober, know I'm 'bout to throw a fit

Pushed his head back down told him to eat it 'til I piss

Scam nigga got real motion putting rent up on my wrist

Shoot my shot with any nigga on his bitch I won't miss

Imma take her nigga and keep mine cause I don't play fair

Fucking with a rubber cause my coochie ain't a daycare

I linked up with the nigga lied and told him that I twist hair

I cut my nigga off and got two more, yeah this a new pair

Tryna get my ass fat lately I been in the kitchen

Hoes player hate, tell on you to yo nigga they be snitching

Shit I been cheating too that's why I really ain't been bitching

I can tell he popped a perc before he came because he itching

180 on the dash and it's straight piped this bitch gone take off

SS on the back I do too much when I'm in race cars

Got like 7 niggas on my roster this the playoffs

Ain't had an off day since a couple weeks this shit gone pay off

All this money in my bag why it look liked I mowed a lawn

I'm toxic fuck a red flag, I like his pros & cons

The last time a nigga hit me, I bust his head with the iron

And last time a nigga cheated, I ran him over with my tires

Don't care if we jus humped, I walk around like I don't know niggas

Want him for his vvs, so that don't make me a gold digger

Got my own bag so I ain't messin with a broke nigga

Won't leave my ex alone until I find a dick that's more bigger

Plug ask me what flavors, I want 'em all I like my weed mixed

Up early finna roll me up a wood and it ain't even 6

Get on a nigga ass, smack his ass with his own blick

Came to slide across yo face not trying to watch no netflix

I treat 'em all the same, I don't make no nigga feel special

Told my grandma I call niggas bitches, she said I'm disrespectful

He like me cause I'm little trying to fold me like a pretzel

Really hate when I get pissed cause then I turn into the devil