Wait Your Turn (feat. Young LA)
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Hit the road with five hundred pills, but that one in
Ever since a boy, everybody calling me the man
Told my jewler don't know what I want, just make sure that it dance
I just jumped a flight with 30 in 6 rubber bands
Land in L.A. and catch the bag, and get it to the
Had a ten pound play, but sold him nine and a half
Told my bitch no one time, she still acting mad
for the zip, if you want runts, and that's without the tax
Just rolled a backwood, and I used a matt
Had a long talk with the guys, I'll probably do the scat
a nigga bitch, I'm gone, I abuse the cat
Twenty pounds in all different flavors, come from two connects
You gotta wait your turn, they know TRU is next
Old ex bitches still telling me that TRU the best
Last batch was weak, so I had to get a new connect
I got some pill dust ready, if you wanna do a test
Don't get your cat pimped, with your stupid ass
I got the ups on dawg, I'm finna do him bad
He ain't even know what hit him, I was shooting fast
You and your ho pussy, I need some coochie pads
1100 bucks for some some Gucci slacks
800 dollars cash, for a duse of Ac
Let a nigga bust at us, I bet we shooting back
I'm in Boldercrest taxing niggas, where Gucci at?
I'm on my way O.T., finna half the chicken
It's one already up, ain't gotta rack the piston
If I pop you up, and you don't die, it was accidental
Put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the Batman signel
Three hundred grams of dog, I can make a bricky
He tried to run from pump, better pray for Ricky
I lost my mind when I touched them racks, like my Auntie Vicky
I'm sitting here watching the money grow like I'm baby sitting
I'm in the O tryna shop, where TRU and them at?
I need another body drop, where Ju and them at?
It's 600 in some change, for this motherfucking Louis cap
You gotta shoot it, you can't put it up your nose, this a gooey batch
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