A little Wait (feat. Lani Gee)

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Ypn Willis

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Uranium 239
Man, this shit took a little bit of patience
And I got a white head and walkin' showin' his name Mason
Smokin' back-to-back woodies, got me feelin' like I'm blazin

Put the racks in the microwave, it's missile radiation
Pull up, hop inside the whip, yeah, my Dixie finna taste it
I don't want your bitch, nigga, that bitch basic
Other time, trust with your bitch when you on vacation

I done fucked hoes in unordinary places
You can try to run, but you gon' die, bitch, I'm Jason
He ain't been to Same since he copped, bitch, I laced him
Yeah, he lived, but his face fucked, cause I faced him

My nigga run track, you should see the way he chased him
Call me Jeffrey Dahmer, the way this chopper, ate him
I get your house raided like your wife's streamin' with Aiden
Hold on, bitch, I want some other shit

You want some sucker shit
I stole the bitch's credit card, you really think I love that bitch
She yawned with her mouth full, but make the bitch suck the dick
Three niggas, one bitch, man, you gotta f*ck the clique

Nevermind, too, cause I ain't fuckin' shit
I might just get her pussy wet when I rub her clit
That nigga a hard drive, you heard it, Willis, f*ck this bitch
Boy, you better tighten up, you ain't heard the other shit

I woke up at six o'clock and piled up a six
A freak layin' in my bed last night, she was doin' tricks
I got plenty shooters in that train to assist
And we all got glee, she better bring a bun in his bitch

Bullets in my chopper look like a thumb in his bitch
When you get to poppin' out his legs, you get to dancin' and shit
Oh my God, what's that smell? Wait, forget all the shit
Plenty's eye in that car smell like somebody's shit

Red beam on his face like a nigga got a zit
All you one-top chef niggas comin' by a zip
Cryin' over me, this bitch better get a grip
Down over this bitch, I ain't worth it yet

Bitch, I'm really ballin', yeah, I got Milwaukee bucks
If I hit Casey's phone, then she know what's up
And your bitch texted talkin' bout a trigger like a slut
It can hurt guts, yeah, I'm beatin' that shit up

Big Lani to you niggas, can't f*ck with me
If I see a hyper, give him a test or two and f*ck with me
I'm on his ass, now you scared, boy, you shouldn't have fucked with me
Boy, your ass been trapped for 20 years, you still ain't touched it

Put my hand in a pussy, I ain't got a word, I got a stick
Try to take a smack at me and my nigga, but your nigga's missin
I ain't dropped in a year, baby, I know you niggas missin
Think that bitch got money, boy, her ass rockin' missiles

I like gettin' my dick sucked, this bitch like tryna kiss me
I done fucked my hand up, so I'm finna whoop her with the dick
Every time I go to this bitch house, I start gettin' itchy
25 ain't enough, you know I had to dump 50

50 grits, 50 blicks, it don't matter, I did that shit
She fucked your homeboy and your goofy ass and leave that bitch
Just cause I ain't sayin' shit don't mean I ain't see that shit
Red beam on his body, but I'm finna green this bitch

Sexy ass nigga, I be gone off the liquor
I'm high as a bitch, but I'll stone me a nigga
Put a bag on your head, boy, I'll own me a nigga
I ain't really tryna talk, I'm in my zone, lil' nigga

Y'all be still sharin' smacks, get your own, lil' nigga
You ain't talkin' bout no money, get it off my phone, lil' nigga

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