Music Video
Surg1 - Waitin' 4 ME (with Fenix Evaluna) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Surg1
Künstler:in
Fenix Evaluna
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Surg1
Songwriter:in
carlos bermudes
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fenix Evaluna
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Whoa, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah
Yo, I'm 'bout to spit some shit real quick
Shoutout Fenix, for real
Man I swear to god, I’m the realest fucker in school
You afraid to play it off but know that I be so cool
I write my own raps with a pad like a mothafuckin' tool
Got some goons from right to left, I am not a fool
Lost some fuckin' hope but finally I’m famous
I just pray like thank God that I made it
I be trappin' in a coupe, made the shades spin
Collecting all my loots like I be fuckin' gamin
I just pull up with a PSP, I be zonin' and I’m faded
I was never a favorite, but know that I be blazin'
This is not my beat but you know how I eat it
If it’s fuckin' trash, restart and then delete it
I’m chubby and it bothers me, I might be so anemic
Bitches in my office, it be like it’s my trap season
Got my fuckin' whip, I let it flip until I beat it
I be rhymin' wit a flow, and basically I’m speakin'
Got me, myself and I sittin' next to me
Yeah I got this cash in a bag right next to me
Flip a couple racks, not no tax, not no symmetry
I ain’t goin to hell, this ain’t no blasphemy
Goddamn what the hell?
Real trap shit, Trapaholics
Shit, I’m like
Was she feelin' me, cause I'm the biggest munch
Ice Spice in my shit like I just let it run
I'm packin' like a punch, cause I never was a punk
Never left a touch, bitch I’m tryna get some
What you finna do, whatever’s back in my trunk
Put you in a basement, dump yo ass in a dump
And your shit is loose, better tuck it up
I ain’t driftin', but I've drivin' out for so long
Floatin' like a space song, no more time to play along
Pull up with my J's on, or some fuckin' BAPEs on
I vibe like I'm in a mansion, treat you like you meant it
I just roll my bands in, got a trip to Atlantis
Put up all my effort in, really last minute
Get into my grind, or else I’m so fuckin' finished
I don’t got to problem just to end up as a mimic
All my recent dreams lately they’ve been so vivid
Ooh, thank you Based God, man I got some cooking swag
I got a handful cash just to staff my cookie stash
I got hella swag, my nuts they finna drag
Poke up like a tack, I don’t plan out an attack
I came up with a bag, add it up and then subtract
Forgot I had to give it back, bitch I done relapsed
And I'm finna read it back, man I really need that
I don’t need a kneecap, I’m gonna run a three-pack
And you should know that I ain’t never goin' back
Cause look at where I’m at, the biggest bird gon' attack
Pin my life down, memories they gon' attach
I’m running out of sayin', so basically that’s a wrap
So long
And then there was hope, waitin' for me
Written by: Surg1, carlos bermudes
