Wait That's It - Rmc Mike

Alright, Bitch!

Ghetto boy shit, nigga

Hey

Grease, where you at with it

Yo' bitch ain’t really bad, she be catfishin'

I don’t really listen to your music, 'cause there’s cap in it

Go one round, pop a perk, 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

Tryna fuck my bitch from the side, broke my back with it

I’m a fat nigga, 308 hit his chest, got his back flippin'

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, so I’m hoping I don’t crash in it

Boy, that’s bad business

I be talkin' shit the whole beat, I don’t adlib it

Handy shit comin' off the head, boy, I’m mad giftd

Told bro to take the standard off, I’m finna air sent ya

I b willing to do anything, you can ask me anything

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 act', see me

But you can’t, nigga, I’mma tell it how it is, I’m not a fake nigga

Plugged in, I pay 400 for a eight, nigga

It was clean, too

I think they already know I got-

I think they already know I got this shit from a fiend, too

I know a nigga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true

Got a 9 on me right now, bunch of pink and blue

No betelgeuse, I need the truth

No, I don’t sell dope, but my people do

I seen the proof, I believe in you

6000 for a feature, that’s reasonable

I did that shit for my bro, let him keep a 2

Walkin' up on random hoes, like «let me sleep wit' you»

Check security at the door, I wanna beef wit' 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 treads, I’m leanin' too

Walk up on the hoe and say «bitch, I’m screaming too»

Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole

Beat my bitch off a perk-thirty, make her take control

I’m always on that bitch, boy, you hate the road

I run the city now, and I’mma make it known

Hey, winnow we on the map, baby

Yeah, we back, baby

Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby

Pulled the trigger on this bitch once, watch her act crazy

Watch how that shit run down the bottle, that’s ack, 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, man, 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 a exotic door

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 perk-thirties, sold him tylenol

Nigga right his 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 a lot now, with all my ice on

Pour a six in my pop, man, had 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