Waiting List

What up, Prince? Coca, nigga Drank God, ayy (Prince, this a hit) ayy You an opp like them Niggas that you hangin' with I'll drop every nigga that you hangin' with Got more pape' than every nigga That you hangin' with All these f*ck niggas hit my line Gotta change my shit Yeah, that tee white as hell I'll paint your shit Crushed Fanta, good ice, two eights, I'm lit Ain't not a nigga gon' touch Me or take my shit (At all) Yeah, I'll leave a nigga like a waiting list He dropped a song in the morning We gon' hit him tonight Yeah, I'll clear this bitch out like The end of the night AP rose and white like Henn' and the Sprite And if that nigga Garrett try to tax I'll get it from Mike If this rap shit fail, I'ma get it off dog F*ck that, it's robbin' season I'll get it from dawg Won't never let 'em catch me lack I ain't sittin' at all The only time you ever see me slip If I trip and I fall Yeah, f*ck the summer up We gon' trip in the fall And lil' cuz dropped We ain't mentionin' dawg Niggas out here pillow talkin' Get bitches involved I hope they let my nigga go He get sentenced tomorrow Too much water on my neck, need to dry me off Yeah, big blowdryer, I'll dry him off Got a chip on his shoulder I'll knock it off, nigga Spent twenty thou' for this IUR Got that bitch at my show On the stage with me I'll let this bitch sing I got stage presence Drank God, we the mob, I'm a made nigga I only ball with the niggas That prayed with me I only shine with the niggas it was dim with Bad, good, I'll shake it like him, him If I'm ever cross brash Then I'm with Tim 'nem Yeah, we them niggas now, and we been them The best dog in the town That's Tootie's spot We been runnin' through them Oranges like hookah shots Richest niggas in the city Can't prove we not And they ain't hit back yet And they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records) And they ain't hit back yet And they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records) And they ain't hit back yet And they knew who shot him