Wait That’s It

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright
Bitch
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Hey

[Verse]
Grease, where you at with it?
Your bitch ain't really bad, she be catfishin'
I don't really listen to your music 'cause it's cap in it
Go one round, pop a Perc', then I'm back in it
You got a nine, I got a ten milli', it's a strap difference
You try too hard, bitch, I shit talk, it's a rap difference
Tried to fuck my bitch from the side, broke my back with it
I'm a fat nigga
.308 hit his chest, got him backflippin'
I made this shit right here for all my trap niggas
That's in the trap with it
Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin'
I'm on they ass, nigga
Z/28, bitch, I'm goin' fast in it
I'm off a six of Wock', hoping I don't crash in it
Boy, that's bad business
I be talkin' shit the whole beat, I don't adlib it
And this shit comin' off the hеad, boy, I'm mad gifted
Told bro to take the standard off, I'm finna add sixty
I bе willing to do anything, you could ask me Whitney
I got money now, I'm finna do a drill in the black Bentley
One day, I'm gonna be rich, it's that simply
No cap in me
Bitch, I got a motherfuckin' mental notepad with me
Go ask Sydney
But you can't, nigga
I'ma tell it how it is, I'm not a fake nigga
Plugged in, I paid four hundred for an eight, nigga
It was clean too
I think they already know I got-
I think they already know I got that shit from a fiend too
I know a nigga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
I got a nine on me right now, bunch of pink and blues
No Beetlejuice, I need the truth
No, I don't sell dope, but my people do
I seen the proof, I believe in you
Six thousand for a feature, that's reasonable
I did that shit for my bro, let him keep a two
Walkin' up on random hoes like, "Let me sleep with you"
Check security at the door, I wanna beef with you
Take a bitch back to the trap, show her a thing or two
Make the bitch suck dick, taught her English too
Lil' bro sippin' on some Tris, I'm leanin' too
Walk up on the ho and say, "Bitch, I'm screaming too"
Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole
Beat my bitch off a Perc' thirty, make her take control
I'm always on that bitch, boy, you hate the road
I run the city now and I'ma make it known
Everyone know we on the map, baby, yeah, we back, baby
Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby
Pull the trigger on this bitch once, watch it act crazy
Look how that shit run down the bottle, that's Act', baby
These hoes say they love me 'cause the belly and the beard
Knock a nigga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
On my way home, high as hell, damn, I hit a deer
Cut my white bitch off 'cause she said, "Damn, I need a beer"
Got me in my head like, "Damn, these hoes weird"
This a Tesla, bitch, lean the seat back and don't steer
This a fan bitch, before she suck the dick, she gon' cheer
I should start a kennel, bitch, it's all pits over here
Ha, fuck an exotic dog
They say, "Mike, have you ever got robbed?" Nigga, not at all
Beat a nigga ass so bad, he got the cops involved
White boy asked for Perc' thirties, sold him Tylenol
Nigga, right is wrong
I just drove to the A and caught a flight home
Bitches want me 'cause I'm hot now, but I'm not Mike Jones
Four whips in the lot now with all my ice on
Pour six in my pop, man, and all the ice gone
Man, I hate that shit
Happy I could change the fam' life, I embrace that shit
Hand a bitch ten thousand blues like, "Here, make that fit"
Okay, wait, that's it
Bitch