Music Video

NoCap - Wait Your Turn [Official Audio]
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Programming
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Vocals
G5
G5
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Ruben Wardlaw
Ruben Wardlaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
G5
G5
Producer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Beat through this bitch, G5 Oh Why you keep rushin' to shine, niggas better wait they turn I'm finna wreck this beat, I hope this bitch got some insurance Money make my day ones change, damn, I should've burnt it If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country Fuck all them niggas who doubted me Bitch, you ain't nothing without me Probably on lean when I'm offbeat But I be wherever the cash at I fuck her then send her a CashApp Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets But he ain't listen I don't know if it's my palms or my trigger finger itchin' We slide, keep quiet like libraries My daddy bang red like strawberries She giving me head for Burberry Still won't talk on Apple phones We pull up with lemon squeezes I stopped going to church I sipped some purple with the deacon Just like all my songs, I touched that pussy, she was leakin' I swear I wasn't hungry, it was lies she was feedin' I'm the one let off again They labeled Ghetto a menace They tried to take out my mans I'm tryna go back to the dentist Opps know I got lead on me, tell 'em drop the pin Glass house, we ain't gotta tint it Traphouse, I was out and in it Traphouse, I was in and out it I'm the one who put it in the couches I'm the one who put it in the wall Turn the Toyota into an Audi And we turn that Audi to Aston Martins Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets But he ain't listen I don't know if it's my palms or my trigger finger itchin' Oh Why you keep rushin' to shine, niggas better wait they turn I'm finna rip this beat, I hope this bitch got some insurance Money make my day ones change, damn, I should've burnt it If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country Fuck all them niggas who doubted me Bitch, you ain't nothing without me Probably on lean when I'm offbeat But I be wherever the cash at I fuck her then send her a CashApp Ayy, I told my youngins stay up out them streets But he ain't listen I don't know if it's my palms or my trigger finger itchin'
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Greg Sekeres, Ruben Wardlaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out