Can't Wait

Uh, Uh

How many shots do it take to make a

How many shots do it take to make a

How many shots do it take to make a opp drop

These **** bitches turn they white tees to crop top

Tender bout these bitches like they din-in at Popeyes

Y'all poppin' hella shit but in reality I pop mine

Pops if a pussy pop-off then pop that Glock nine

And ten **** run up then with this 30 I'ma pop nine

Turn that tough shit to a halt like you came to a stop sign

Quit yellin' that it's beef when we eat, it's like pork rind

Speakin' of pork, we choose to retaliate

Y'all gon' show up at court, how you gangsta and piggly-wiggly

You still get torched, I can tell how y'all was bred

Y'all just jumped out the porch, made 15 and at 15 on G-ma porch

Nah, no rap cap, when I press play we don't rewind back

Unless you want that, be honest with yourself

Huh, you really want that

Cause we'll be on your ass worse than repo with a low jack

I can't wait till **** make the news

Fuck a deathbed, I'm tryna get the opps, all the time snooze

I can't wait to drop that bag and get rid of you

Spent so many blue hunnids that they think that I'm crippin' too

I be honest, man, I'm really bool

I been dancin' with the devil, smokin' angel cake with demon's too

I can't wait to roll up and smoke the opposition

I got bitches, you wanna fuck, let's make a proposition

Don't be surprised if she asks where the cash at

My bitch takin' all forms of payment, even Cash App

That thing got it, she gon' take your ass out like you did a bad verse

You gotta pay topay for that nookie like you Fred Durst

**** hurt cause I came out of that cage

Set shit on fire, pussy, my heart full of rage

Look, turnin' motherfuckin' back on me

Made cockroaches appear so I can spray this stick like Raid

I keep a white-boy, that'll shoot your shit up like a high school

Columbine flow, I been Ramadan broke, now I designer my ho

I wear these Carti's every day like I'm Johnny Bravo

I done turned a hundred bows, sorry, mama

I done fucked up, yo, new Pyrex bowl

This young **** with a future, I was tryna move that dope

Get that freeband, freeband

Matte black rib seats, butter pecan, pecan

Young, rich, dangerous, I be tweakin, tweakin

I can't wait till **** make the news

Fuck a deathbed, I'm tryna get the opps, all the time snooze

I can't wait to drop that bag and get rid of you

Spent so many blue hunnids that they think that I'm crippin' too

I be honest, man, I'm really bool

I been dancin' with the devil, smokin' angel cake with demon's too

I can't wait to roll up and smoke the opposition

I got bitches, you wanna fuck, let's make a proposition