Wait That’s It lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright
b*tch
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga
Hey

[Verse]
Grease, where you at with it?
Your b*tch ain't really bad, she be catfishin'
I don't really listen to your music 'cause it's cap in it
Go one round, pop a Perc', then I'm back in it
You got a nine, I got a ten milli', it's a strap difference
You try too hard, b*tch, I sh*t talk, it's a rap difference
Tried to f*ck my b*tch from the side, broke my back with it
I'm a fat n*gga
.308 hit his chest, got him backflippin'
I made this sh*t right here for all my trap n*ggas
That's in the trap with it
Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin'
I'm on they ass, n*gga
Z/28, b*tch, I'm goin' fast in it
I'm off a six of Wock', hoping I don't crash in it
Boy, that's bad business
I be talkin' sh*t the whole beat, I don't adlib it
And this sh*t comin' off the hеad, boy, I'm mad gifted
Told bro to take the standard off, I'm finna add sixty
I bе willing to do anything, you could ask me Whitney
I got money now, I'm finna do a drill in the black Bentley
One day, I'm gonna be rich, it's that simply
No cap in me
b*tch, I got a motherf*ckin' mental notepad with me
Go ask Sydney
But you can't, n*gga
I'ma tell it how it is, I'm not a fake n*gga
Plugged in, I paid four hundred for an eight, n*gga
It was clean too
I think they already know I got-
I think they already know I got that sh*t from a fiend too
I know a n*gga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
I got a nine on me right now, bunch of pink and blues
No Beetlejuice, I need the truth
No, I don't sell dope, but my people do
I seen the proof, I believe in you
Six thousand for a feature, that's reasonable
I did that sh*t for my bro, let him keep a two
Walkin' up on random hoes like, "Let me sleep with you"
Check security at the door, I wanna beef with you
Take a b*tch back to the trap, show her a thing or two
Make the b*tch suck di*k, taught her English too
Lil' bro sippin' on some Tris, I'm leanin' too
Walk up on the ho and say, "b*tch, I'm screaming too"
Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole
Beat my b*tch off a Perc' thirty, make her take control
I'm always on that b*tch, boy, you hate the road
I run the city now and I'ma make it known
Everyone know we on the map, baby, yeah, we back, baby
Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby
Pull the trigger on this b*tch once, watch it act crazy
Look how that sh*t run down the bottle, that's Act', baby
These hoes say they love me 'cause the belly and the beard
Knock a n*gga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
On my way home, high as hell, damn, I hit a deer
Cut my white b*tch off 'cause she said, "Damn, I need a beer"
Got me in my head like, "Damn, these hoes weird"
This a Tesla, b*tch, lean the seat back and don't steer
This a fan b*tch, before she suck the di*k, she gon' cheer
I should start a kennel, b*tch, it's all pits over here
Ha, f*ck an exotic dog
They say, "Mike, have you ever got robbed?" n*gga, not at all
Beat a n*gga ass so bad, he got the cops involved
White boy asked for Perc' thirties, sold him Tylenol
n*gga, right is wrong
I just drove to the A and caught a flight home
b*tches want me 'cause I'm hot now, but I'm not Mike Jones
Four whips in the lot now with all my ice on
Pour six in my pop, man, and all the ice gone
Man, I hate that sh*t
Happy I could change the fam' life, I embrace that sh*t
Hand a b*tch ten thousand blues like, "Here, make that fit"
Okay, wait, that's it
b*tch