Wait In the Lobby

[Intro]
(John?)
Aye, aye

[Chorus: $amaad & Saiah Woes]
Left her where she at, came back and got it, she a cold piece
Left her where she at, might leave the state and get a froze piece (Froze piece)
I could sell sheets to a bed (To a bed)
Fucked up, I might just play her head, nigga yeah
Turnt up, got some bands and my hand, bitch yeah
Turnt up, I just came up with a plan, bitch yeah (Eughh eughh eughh)
Burnt up 'bout that bitch and she a leg, bitch yeah (Nah for real)
Bitch yeah, eughh, ha
Bitch yeah, eughh eughh (Hey hey hey)
Niggas ain't in the field like us, they ain't seen a Homi
Cullinan, double R truck nigga, this a big body (Nah for real)
I don't think rapping for you, you need to go get a new hobby (Hey)
Ten bad bitches, I can't choose, tell 'em wait in the lobby

[Verse 1: $amaad and Saiah Woes]
(The Real Child of Drama)
Aye, what ya worth baby (Aye what you worth)
You got some ass, can you go on, make it twerk baby (Make it twerk, go to work)
She threw it back and damn, I'm coming out my shirt baby (Out my shirt, out my shirt)
Baby, eughh, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I need me a Lamb truck, I'm talking Lamb talk (Yeah)
Niggas, they say they built like us, they must be smoking bath salt (Yeah)
These hoes tryna fuck me and my gang, they tryna come take they pants off (Yeah)
Can't trust no hoe, I ain't know too long they'll try to come take yo mans off, eughh (Yeah) (Hey hey hey)
And I can't fuck with broke bitches, it just don't feel right
I'm sliding to the trap, I'm finna be there all night (All night)
We in Neimans fucking it up, Moncler Boyz for life (Yeah)
Nigga wanna pillow talk on Woes, fuck it, it's on sight (Grrah)
I could really make a Milli off a iPhone (For real)
We in New York, smoking on cookies different time zones
You wasn't fucking with me, I was broke, nigga you could leave me alone
I see your bitch in the front row, she singing all of the songs (Whole Lotta Racks)
Late nights all on the block, I ain't have no choice but to get that bag (Get that bag)
I don't really give two fucks, I'll spend me a band on the Chrome Heart tags (Chrome Heart tags)
You ain't got no Preme, you ain't got no Bape? Lil' nigga where yo swag
I can't believe these niggas be beefing about the bitch I had

[Chorus: $amaad & Saiah Woes]
Left her where she at, came back and got it, she a cold piece
Left her where she at, might leave the state and get a froze piece (Froze piece, eughh)
I could sell sheets to a bed (To a bed)
Fucked up, I might just play her head, nigga yeah
Turnt up, got some bands and my hand, bitch yeah
Turnt up, I just came up with a plan, bitch yeah (Eughh eughh eughh)
Burnt up 'bout that bitch and she a leg, bitch yeah (Nah for real)
Bitch yeah, eughh, ha
Bitch yeah, eughh eughh (Hey hey hey)
Niggas ain't in the field like us, they ain't seen a Homi
Cullinan, double R truck nigga, this a big body
I don't think rapping for you, you need to go get a new hobby (Hey)
Ten bad bitches, I can't choose, tell 'em wait in the lobby

[Outro]
(The Real Child of Drama)