Impatient lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
(Wanna have my baby)
(I've been on Molly for weeks)
(Have my baby)

[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on Molly for weeks, got a b*tch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
f*ck it, crash the whip (sh*t weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
f*ck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pus*y, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)

[Verse 1: OODareDevil]
Pop thirty and Xanny, I'm sleep (Phew)
Drop 'til my money on me ([?])
They say "Boy, you be singin' like Lee" (Yeah, yeah)
I mix double C with double G
Got a b*tch named Gawk, I don't know, I ain't see (b*tch)
And I'm sippin' Adderall, I don't know what I see
All my demons on go mode, don't test me
Big body Benz take off, go vroom (Vroom)
In this b*tch with two baddies, gimme a room
f*ck on that b*tch, when she jump, it go "boom"
I been flexin' on n*ggas, got nothin' to prove
I stay with a figure, we sippin' on juice
I been high for way too many days
Got money on the line, b*tches on the line
Man, I got too many plays (Yeah)
I get that money in like four ways (Uh)
She gon' eat on the di*k, foreplay (Eh)
Got my wrist in the pot, stir it, pour an eight (Eh, eh, uh)
No cap, got a plug named Horay (Huh)
n*ggas scrapin' that pot, crack, gourmet (Dub)
I got Tech in my cup, ain't no Chardonnay (Uh)
Mixin' Molly with Addy, been up for days (Yeah)
And I ain't tryna wait (Yeah)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on Molly for weeks, got a b*tch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
f*ck it, crash the whip (sh*t weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
f*ck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pus*y, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)

[Verse 2: Yeat]
Ridin' 'round, 'round in that bih', yeah (Zoom)
Foreign designer my feet, yeah (Skrrt)
I been fed up for some week (Yeah)
Too many sandy cheeks at the beach (Yeah)
Hop on the road, yeah, I'm littering
I just went double cup the smithereens (Uh)
Yeah, I'm fresh, I feel like Listerine (Yeah)
With a Palm Angels jacket, baguette on my ring, yeah
Vroom, run it- run it up like I play for the Bucks (Skrrt)
I'm goin' up, I don't really need no love (No)
Look at my team, my ring, my mothaf*ckin' scene (It's a scene, it's a scene, yeah)
Take an Oxy' and I go in, a million years (Yeah)
I need to hop in the coupe, I'm goin' fast (Skrrt, skrrrt)
It's a language, it's fluent, I'm talkin' 'bout cash (Oh, yeah)
I just spent like seven on some Raf (Goddamn)
I'm f*ckin' your lil' bitty b*tch and I gave her a rash (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on Molly for weeks, got a b*tch, gon' come that way (Oh, yeah)
Need me a Patek Philippe ('Lippe), just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm fallin' asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin' (Yeah)
f*ck it, crash the whip (sh*t weak), say, say crash the whip, you're weak
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
f*ck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pus*y, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Joe Dirt, yeah (Yeah)
In the red 'Hawk tractor, yeah
I hit track, bae, the money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
But she call me, she wanna have my baby (She wanna have my baby)
I told her "You can't ever play me" (No-no)