[ Featuring 12Honcho ]
Too bass be the glory
Hey i don't f*ck with you niggaz
No we not friends
For real what's up with lil brodie
Come get your mans
For real what's up with these hoes
They seeking attention
I done seen everything twice
I don't feel suspense
She breaking hearts like i be breaking down this bud
Aye life would teach you to me cautious with your love
I gained so much by losing all of the above
I gave a lot but i could never give a f*ck
Hold on
Wait! Hold on
Wait!
Wait! Hold on
Wait!
Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on
Wait! (Ooouuuuu)
Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on
Wait! (Ooouuuuu)
All my baggages feel like a weight
Got a wide body bitch with some bass
I'm way up how the hell can a lose
From the trenches got nothing to prove
Hold the choppa this bihh go to shaking
He ain't going nowhere man he waiting
They say hold up don't move just be patient
Got a carpet that's whiter than snow
Imma wild out
I throw some racks in her face
Shorty wild out to the bass
That nigga acting
That's an illusion
Everything he say he faked
Got a choppa
OVO (hold up)
This bitch sing records like Drake
I heard the latency late
I'm in the Rari with bitches
Tryna' make sure that they ate
Wait!Hold on
Wait!
Wait! Hold on
Wait!
Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on
Wait! (Ooouuuuu)
Wait! (Ooouuuuu) Hold on
Wait! (Ooouuuuu)
Written by Bass Santana & 12 Honcho
Prod by Bass Santana
