Wait!

Too bass be the glory Hey i don’t f*ck with you niggaz No we not friends For real what’s up with lil brodie Come get your mans For real what’s up with these hoes They seeking attention I done seen everything twice I don’t feel suspense She breaking hearts like i be breaking down this bud Aye life would teach you to me cautious with your love I gained so much by losing all of the above I gave a lot but i could never give a f*ck Hold on Wait! Hold on Wait! Wait! Hold on Wait! Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on Wait! (Ooouuuuu) All my baggages feel like a weight Got a wide body bitch with some bass I’m way up how the hell can a lose From the trenches got nothing to prove Hold the choppa this bihh go to shaking He ain’t going nowhere man he waiting They say hold up don’t move just be patient Got a carpet that’s whiter than snow Imma wild out I throw some racks in her face Shorty wild out to the bass That nigga acting That’s an illusion Everything he say he faked Got a choppa OVO (hold up) This bitch sing records like Drake I heard the latency late I’m in the Rari with bitches Tryna’ make sure that they ate Wait!Hold on Wait! Wait! Hold on Wait! Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Written by Bass Santana & 12 Honcho Prod by Bass Santana