Wait

[Intro]
Yo Jay Loud, where the fuck my weed at?
Ha, hahaha, ay
Wa-, wa-, ay
Right now it be me Jay Loud in the cut, you feel me?
Haha, ah
Bitch, bitch, haha, ay, look

[Verse 1]
I put this heater right up to his face
Poo! Pow! He erased
I'm takin' off like a witch on a broom
Bitch, I'm on the way
You cannot stop me bitch I'm feelin' cocky
If I double cup it there's lean in my body
Used to finesse, it was part of my hobby
Now I'm comin' up and nobody can stop me
Foenem come through with that choppa
He gon' knock you off, and that's on the boss
I fold his card and that nigga was soft
You are not badder bitch you 'bout to talk
Fuck nigga way too close, watch out
Fuck nigga didn't even know I brought the Glock out
We can run the fade I'ma get another knock out
Treat her like a toy up out the way I'm finna rock out
Nigga you off of a Xan if you think you ridin' my mans
Pull up on him with that blam and nigga
And foenem gon' watch his ass do his dance
Fire his ass like a pin
3-2-1, takeoff
Up the heat on 'em, watch how he skate off
Throw that chop to his face, it get ate off
Ballin' on these niggas like the playoffs

[Chorus]
Wait, hold up
Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'
If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'
Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion
Wait, hold up
Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'
If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'
Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

[Verse 2]
I came from nothin' now I made it somethin', lil' nigga I bounce, feel like Spartan
Told that nigga "If you really want it I step back with choppa and shoot like I'm Harden"
And I'm really with it and you can catch me in the hood, lil' nigga, you might be my target
Niggas hate on me but don't get the farthest
My thugs'll run inside your apartment
B-B-B-Bitch, this a stick, uh
I keep that shit on my hip
If you want tote, nigga we get it lit
But I ain't talkin' 'bout no muhfuckin' bit
I know some niggas that stay in the trenches
SWAT come then we hoppin' the fences
They ain't blockin' off shots so them niggas go tandem
I'm duckin' the feds, I ain't catchin' a sentence
Get home, bitch we rollin' up opps
Told them niggas not to slide on my block
If they do, bitch this Glock got a dot
If I shoot, bitch it won't miss the spot
Told that lil' bit', man I don't give a fuck 'bout a felony
I'm runnin' up all my celery
Told that lil' bitch, "Man I know that you jelly"
I took his bitch and put dick in her belly

[Chorus]
Wait, hold up
Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'
If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'
Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion
Wait, hold up
Go run up lil' bitch, I'm clutchin'
If a nigga run up then I'm bussin'
Swear to God, boy that shit no discussion

[Outro]
Gang, gang, uh
Let me hear that