Waffle House lyrics

[Intro]
Trademark!
Yeah, yeah
It's 4 AM
Aw, man
Yeah, ooh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, greedy ass, need the b*tch, she sleazy, had to treat the ho
Up late at 3 AM, my young n*ggas plumbing the way they keep a pole
At the chicken spot, Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo f*ckin' block, my young n*ggas step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap, it's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot, so I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them n*ggas, hell yeah, we made 'em walk it out
My b*tch a natural figure, hell yeah, that n*gga ballin' out
Big ass body that b*tch too thick, it cost 250, I'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the city, y'all n*ggas too litty, I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah, it's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst day over, yeah, I'm feelin' great (Yeah)

[Verse]
Cause I cannot see nobody, Dior on my frames
Like "Oh, you talkin' to me", I don't know your name
Like "Who you with?", n*gga where yo gang?
My choppa sit, that b*tch gon' blow you out your frame (Boom, boom, boom)
He can't keep up, that n*gga lame
Your b*tch on go, you better charge it to the gang
I'm Jack Frost, but today I'm Plain Jane
Go pick your poison, either way the same thing (Yeah)
I woke up and I'm dippin' and dabbin'
These n*ggas be leechin, f*ck my ho's and I ain't gon' f*ck her after
That n*gga not livin' his life, he cappin'
Leonardo, you a f*ckin' actor
Tell me that sh*t behind the scenes, and tell me what happen after
GTA screen, that n*gga cashin'
Hold on n*gga, my pockets fatter
You n*ggas chasin' after a ghost, I been had that she ratchet
f*cked a white b*tch like Black Lives Matter
BMW kick, my sh*t still faster
I just skrt right past your new n*gga, he smelled the air like "Damn they smokin' pressure" (Yessir)
I don't do no f*ckin' passin'
I just get the ball and then I shoot my f*ckin' shot, I'm OTL or never
Had to get my sh*t together (Donny)
f*ck it if we ballin' then we ballin', it ain't sh*t to give my n*ggas cheddar
2021 it's a brand new chapter
I ain't tryna bless this b*tch right now, cause I ain't yo f*ckin' pastor
Tsunami storm, natural disaster
Climbin' to the top, then I'm takin' my ladder
Rag3 Kidd that boy so up right now, so f*ck what's comin' after
You know me I'm up a stack
[Chorus]
Ayy, greedy ass, need the b*tch, she sleazy, had to treat the ho
Up late at 3 AM, my young n*ggas plumbing the way they keep a pole
At the chicken spot, Rick Owens my feet I'm walkin' pigeon toed
On yo f*ckin' block, my young n*ggas step we don't do tippy toes
Walkin' out the trap, it's fifteen minutes to my cousin's house
He said the block was hot, so I'ma meet him at the Waffle House
We rollin' on them n*ggas, hell yeah, we made 'em walk it out
My b*tch a natural figure, hell yeah, that n*gga ballin' out
Big ass body that b*tch too thick, it cost 250, I'm tryna park it out
Watch how I move through the city, y'all n*ggas too litty, I be like knock it out
Palm Angels my body, yeah, it's clear I'm holdin' weight
Tell shawty my worst day over, yeah, I'm feelin' great (Yeah)