Icewear Vezzo - Waiting List lyrics

What up, Prince? Coca, nigga
Drank God, ayy (Prince, this a hit) ayy

You an opp like them
Niggas that you hangin' with
I'll drop every nigga that you hangin' with
Got more pape' than every nigga
That you hangin' with
All these fuck niggas hit my line
Gotta change my shit
Yeah, that tee white as hell
I'll paint your shit
Crushed Fanta, good ice, two eights, I'm lit
Ain't not a nigga gon' touch
Me or take my shit (At all)
Yeah, I'll leave a nigga like a waiting list
He dropped a song in the morning
We gon' hit him tonight
Yeah, I'll clear this bitch out like
The end of the night
AP rose and white like Henn' and the Sprite
And if that nigga Garrett try to tax
I'll get it from Mike
If this rap shit fail, I'ma get it off dog
Fuck that, it's robbin' season
I'll get it from dawg
Won't never let 'em catch me lack
I ain't sittin' at all
The only time you ever see me slip
If I trip and I fall
Yeah, fuck the summer up
We gon' trip in the fall
And lil' cuz dropped
We ain't mentionin' dawg
Niggas out here pillow talkin'
Get bitches involved
I hope they let my nigga go
He get sentenced tomorrow
Too much water on my neck, need to dry me off
Yeah, big blowdryer, I'll dry him off
Got a chip on his shoulder
I'll knock it off, nigga
Spent twenty thou' for this IUR
Got that bitch at my show
On the stage with me
I'll let this bitch sing
I got stage presence
Drank God, we the mob, I'm a made nigga
I only ball with the niggas
That prayed with me
I only shine with the niggas it was dim with
Bad, good, I'll shake it like him, him
If I'm ever cross brash
Then I'm with Tim 'nem
Yeah, we them niggas now, and we been them
The best dog in the town
That's Tootie's spot
We been runnin' through them
Oranges like hookah shots
Richest niggas in the city
Can't prove we not
And they ain't hit back yet
And they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet
And they knew who shot him (Iced Up Records)
And they ain't hit back yet
And they knew who shot him