Wait

P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)

Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)

Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)

Whole block full of that funky shit

Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)

This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh

Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)

Bitch, come run me my ones

Back like twenty-three, cousin, uh (Okay)

45 huggin' me, cousin, uh (Okay)

Burnin' my energy, cousin, uh (Okay)

What it is? What it be, cousin? Uh (Okay)

Phone ring, what you need?

Lay it all out on the line, my ****, it's nothing, uh

Plenty more mini-mes, cousin, uh

****, don't sweat it, we buzzin', uh

Trip to the Southside

A cold case and the bitch left 'em out dry

At your place in the back waitin' outside

With no face and a stick with a red eye, it's point blank

Stuck in the motion

Kinfolk dirty up hands for the pape' when the check comin' late

**** might crash for respect out the gate

Shit'll get goin', my ****, just wait

P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)

Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)

Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)

Whole block full of that funky shit

Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)

This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh

Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)

Bitch, come run me my— wait

I'm thinkin' **** should cut it out

I spent a band on Baccarat

Three on the Chrome, it's solid out

One-of-one fleece, I got a lot

I caught a view on a private beach

And ain't wanna leave, so I bought it out

Can't hear what these **** talkin' 'bout

Lace up the boot, we can walk it out

I been on one since a jit, my ****

Pull up with a band, we can rock it out

I got a thing for your bitch, my ****

I might swoop her up in a pair of Docs

Or a pair of sweats

Ain't no pressure, it's effortless

I'ma air it for my respect

Kinfolk just hit me 'bout food for the plate

Shit'll get goin', my ****, just wait

P finna give 'em what they want, uh (Okay)

Backpack full of that skunk, uh (Okay)

Bassline boomin' in the trunk, uh (Okay)

Whole block full of that funky shit

Kinfolk movin' that dope again (Okay)

This shit hittin' like (One, two), uh

Big back burnin' my toast again (Okay)

Bitch, come run me my— wait

Nah, ****, you need to hurry up and

Pop out, I been, I been waitin' on you to come down and drop, drop somethin' in the motherfuckin' streets, ****

It's been like a year since you came out with some shit by yourself, ****

Hop on some other shit, I wanna hear you crash—