The Wait Is Over (Full Lyrics – Young Pappy
Singer: Young Pappy
Title: The Wait Is Over (Full
Well, my manager tax for a feature, but you don’t get taxed if you da gang
A headshot put a patch in his brain
I’m smoking on dead n#gg#s, i’ll match you a name
b#tch i go crazy, b#tch i go crazy!
Ready to kill, going in like the navy!
Whippin’ the coke, like i’m bringing back slavery
My n#gg#s they with it, they riding, no racing
They pop out the cut, like a scene up on jason
My n#gg#s don’t run, only time, when they chasing
Hawk his #ss down flip em right then face em
You don’t rock with us? f#ck ’em then waste them
Squad i got a wholе lot of motherf#cking shooters on my squad
Whole lotta shots, wholе lotta shooters
Whole uzis, whole lotta macs
Whole lotta tecs, whole lotta glocks, whole lotta rugers
Sure i made all the shots, saying i’m a rap star
n#gg#’s getting clapped, hell nah, we ain’t losing
12 snatch me up hell nah, i ain’t do it
n#gg#’s know where i stay but hell nah, i ain’t moving
I ain’t ducking no action
When you see me, it’s cracking
Nine times out of ten, i got it
You ain’t no savage
You gon’ make me call up mac, tell ’em “f#ck traffic, bring out them ratchets”
I ain’t never lackin’
n#gg#s say “never say never”, well b#tch n#gg#, i ain’t never lackin’
I ain’t never lackin’
n#gg#s say “never say never”, well b#tch n#gg#, i ain’t never lackin’
For my squad, i’mma blam n#gg#s
And bro nem gang , go ham, n#gg#
It’s killa season, no cam, n#gg#
Get lean, like you off xans, n#gg#
It’s straight bars, no tams, n#gg#
All my n#gg#s hundred grand, n#gg#
We’ll pop out that van, n#gg#
Just spazz out, straight fan, n#gg#
I’m f#cking up 〈.?.〉, tripping, my fingers is itching
My sisters is telling me n#gg#s is tripping
My aim is official
Shoot with precision, you shot in the air
What you shooting at, pigeons?
You pbgk? b#tch is you tripping?
That’s what turns n#gg#s up into victims
Beat him and burn him in front of his children
Burning them up but then we were the killers
I be on the pole where it’s cold at
You need like two-three coats and about four hats
I hang with insanes, we post where the stones at
n#gg# talk crazy, where his brains? where the floor’s at
I be on the ave and the mav where the moes at
I don’t come outside unless i ask where the poles at
f#cking with a real n#gg#, she don’t wanna go back
Asking about a body, hell nah, i don’t know that
Got pap on the track, we spazzing
Swear bruh we addicted to the fashion
b#tches love us cause they know we cashing
n#gg#s don’t wanna see about that action
Anywhere we will get sh#t crackin
Have the jakes on the scene like god damn 〈.?.〉
How the f#ck we let that happen
When you hear us say that gang sh#t tfg , pbg same sh#t bnr hoolies who i hang with
If you ain’t nun of that
You shouldn’t claim shit
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