Chief Keef - Wait For Nothing lyrics

Yo whaddup (What you on?)
What I'm on? (yeah)
You called me, you texted me?
(yeah, whassup with my flight though?)

Here the Caper comin'
Tadoe gotta MAC, finna spray this bun
Take his thrax, take his racks
Take his packs, take that bag
Fuck it, might just pull off in this car
Might just pull off with his thot
She was in the whip too
Fuck, she with the shit's too
She say she'll let a pistol rip too
So I'm like "Come on, let's roll"
You know you snitch on me, it's over
Let's hop in the Range Rover
Don't let a bitch drink 'til
She had a hangover

That's the issue
That's the issue, you don't got my tissue
That's that paper paper roll
We gon' come through your spot
And we taking over
Pull up to your party and we taking hoes
Ain't tryna fuck it out bitch
We breaking hoes
I got a fifty thousand fucking Breitling on
You don't know me bitch
What your whole life been on?
Can't give my number, I'm Skyping hoes
Hoes get a number
That shit ain't right with hoes
Swear I can't spend my life with hoes
Bitch, I ride and spend my life with my bros

She say she in love with a young nigga
She wanna have fun think she want my funds
I think this bitch think I'm dumb
She say she in love with a young nigga
She love my son now she want a son
This bitch finna make me run
Gotta get the fuck away from her
Hit the trap in the kitchen, baking up
I be thinking 'bout money when I'm waking up
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I don't wait for nothing