(Let's beat through this bitch, G5)
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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 like she was fiendin'
I'm the one let it begin
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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'
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NoCap - Wait Your Turn Lyrics
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(Let's beat through this bitch, G5)
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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 like she was fiendin'
I'm the one let it begin
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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'
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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 like she was fiendin'
I'm the one let it begin
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 burned it
If she suck my dick with ice I take her out the country
F*ck all them niggas who doubted me
Bitch, you ain't nothin' without me
Probably on lean when I'm offbeat
But I be wherever the cash at
I f*ck 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: Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.