surg1 - waitin' 4 me lyrics
[intro]
whoa, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, yeah
yo, i’m ’bout to spit some sh+t real quick
shoutout fenix, for real
[verse 1]
man i swear to god, i’m the realest f+cker in school
you afraid to play it off but know that i be so cool
i write my own raps with a pad like a mothaf+ckin’ tool
got some goons from right to left, i am not a fool
lost some f+ckin’ hope but finally i’m famous
i just pray like thank god that i made it
i be trappin’ in a coupe, made the shades spin
collecting all my loots like i be f+ckin’ gamin
i just pull up with a psp, i be zonin’ and i’m faded
i was never a favorite, but know that i be blazin’
this is not my beat but you know how i eat it
if it’s f+ckin’ trash, restart and then delete it
i’m chubby and it bothers me, i might be so anemic
b+tches in my office, it be like it’s my trap season
got my f+ckin’ whip, i let it flip until i beat it
i be rhymin’ wit a flow, and basically i’m speakin’
got me, myself and i sittin’ next to me
yeah i got this cash in a bag right next to me
flip a couple racks, not no tax, not no symmetry
i ain’t goin to h+ll, this ain’t no blasphemy
[break]
godd+mn what the h+ll?
real trap sh+t, trapaholics
sh+t, i’m like
[verse 2]
was she feelin’ me, cause i’m the biggest munch
ice spice in my sh+t like i just let it run
i’m packin’ like a punch, cause i never was a punk
never left a touch, b+tch i’m tryna get some
what you finna do, whatever’s back in my trunk
put you in a bas+m+nt, dump yo ass in a dump
and your sh+t is loose, better tuck it up
i ain’t driftin’, but i’ve drivin’ out for so long
floatin’ like a sp+ce song, no more time to play along
pull up with my j’s on, or some f+ckin’ bapes on
i vibe like i’m in a mansion, treat you like you meant it
i just roll my bands in, got a trip to atlantis
put up all my effort in, really last minute
get into my grind, or else i’m so f+ckin’ finished
i don’t got to problem just to end up as a mimic
all my recent dreams lately they’ve been so vivid
ooh, thank you based god, man i got some cooking swag
i got a handful cash just to staff my cookie stash
i got h+lla swag, my nuts they finna drag
poke up like a tack, i don’t plan out an attack
i came up with a bag, add it up and then subtract
forgot i had to give it back, b+tch i done relapsed
and i’m finna read it back, man i really need that
i don’t need a kneecap, i’m gonna run a three+pack
and you should know that i ain’t never goin’ back
cause look at where i’m at, the biggest bird gon’ attack
pin my life down, memories they gon’ attach
i’m running out of sayin’, so basically that’s a wrap
[outro]
so long
and then there was hope, waitin’ for me
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