Boosie Badazz - Waitin' on a Visit lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Waitin' on a Visit lyrics]
They got my niggas in tha parish
Chillin on a Wednesday waitin on a visit
But it gon' be okay it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK i wish I had my AK
They got my niggas up the road
Thuggin on their chores
Hopin something folds (something folds)
But it gon' be okay it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK i wish I had my AK
Man I realize I'm stuck in this bitch
And I'm a trigger finger itchy
From the K I love to go spit
And ain't no visit's when your bread gone
My head gone can't say shit
Because I'm dead wrong i'm dead wrong
Commissary on low
And I can't even buy no titties so I'm ready
To take of my socks
And box cuz Im'a miss (huh)
I love taking pictures up that road
To let my niggas know
I was wit you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail
Why the fuck you put me in the field
My hands hurt
And mister look it keep it real
When I get out this bitch
They gon' say Mayday Mayday
You done took half of my life
Plus my AK my AK
From Hunts to Angola and DCI to cry tears
Come home from 5 years
See how wild the world is
I wish my life was gas tank
Cause, I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done
Fucked my whole year up
This is for my niggas on the reasons
Scratch like it like a pit
Everytime a nigga won't be home
But he miss his ak cuz thats what raised him
The only real toys daddy ever fuckin gave him
These hoes went to twenty to
Ten to fucking two
Go fall off in that pit and
See how all yall hoes do
His boys conficted fellons and they
Can't come see ya yo little boy I had a
Program he can't come neither
Now play this song up in your
Walkman in your bed at night
And tell me next you see me
If i lead you right
And ain't no smiles when your shine gone
Looked at a man and asked why he did it
He said the devil got his mine going
Listen when I spit it and
Watch what I'm saying
I know you sick up in that bitch dawg
But never stop praying
Hold my hand you can lean on me
I'm the friend that pull up on the
Curb nigga when you go on E
How the fuck do you think my momma feel
Mr officer you got her crying
Tears everytime my nigga call her
My daughter
(iviona hatch) she don't knows it's my face
Cuz she don't see me that much
Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs
This is for my niggas on preroll man
Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail
Charge and James Cole man
Them niggas are hard to pump blood nigga
It pump alien piss and they love them aks
That's why they stay in that bitch
For the forgivers we some niggas in
A rush to get paid
You can see this dawg bitches
Plus I'm duckin a grave
I told my momma when I die
Put my casket on dubz
Roll me in with all my thugs and
Put a blunt in my tux
This is for my niggas who incarcerated
Boy, I hate it hold your head
Up and you oughta make it
I told my dawgs over and over over again
When a nigga take may I won't hit some ak
(it gon be ok)
Chillin on a Wednesday waitin on a visit
But it gon' be okay it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK i wish I had my AK
They got my niggas up the road
Thuggin on their chores
Hopin something folds (something folds)
But it gon' be okay it gon' be okay
I wish I had my AK i wish I had my AK
Man I realize I'm stuck in this bitch
And I'm a trigger finger itchy
From the K I love to go spit
And ain't no visit's when your bread gone
My head gone can't say shit
Because I'm dead wrong i'm dead wrong
Commissary on low
And I can't even buy no titties so I'm ready
To take of my socks
And box cuz Im'a miss (huh)
I love taking pictures up that road
To let my niggas know
I was wit you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail
Why the fuck you put me in the field
My hands hurt
And mister look it keep it real
When I get out this bitch
They gon' say Mayday Mayday
You done took half of my life
Plus my AK my AK
From Hunts to Angola and DCI to cry tears
Come home from 5 years
See how wild the world is
I wish my life was gas tank
Cause, I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done
Fucked my whole year up
This is for my niggas on the reasons
Scratch like it like a pit
Everytime a nigga won't be home
But he miss his ak cuz thats what raised him
The only real toys daddy ever fuckin gave him
These hoes went to twenty to
Ten to fucking two
Go fall off in that pit and
See how all yall hoes do
His boys conficted fellons and they
Can't come see ya yo little boy I had a
Program he can't come neither
Now play this song up in your
Walkman in your bed at night
And tell me next you see me
If i lead you right
And ain't no smiles when your shine gone
Looked at a man and asked why he did it
He said the devil got his mine going
Listen when I spit it and
Watch what I'm saying
I know you sick up in that bitch dawg
But never stop praying
Hold my hand you can lean on me
I'm the friend that pull up on the
Curb nigga when you go on E
How the fuck do you think my momma feel
Mr officer you got her crying
Tears everytime my nigga call her
My daughter
(iviona hatch) she don't knows it's my face
Cuz she don't see me that much
Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs
This is for my niggas on preroll man
Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail
Charge and James Cole man
Them niggas are hard to pump blood nigga
It pump alien piss and they love them aks
That's why they stay in that bitch
For the forgivers we some niggas in
A rush to get paid
You can see this dawg bitches
Plus I'm duckin a grave
I told my momma when I die
Put my casket on dubz
Roll me in with all my thugs and
Put a blunt in my tux
This is for my niggas who incarcerated
Boy, I hate it hold your head
Up and you oughta make it
I told my dawgs over and over over again
When a nigga take may I won't hit some ak
(it gon be ok)