King Los, Jazze Pha - Wait For It lyrics

Bitch I'm groovy I put all
My chicks in Loubies
Plus I blow that hammer money have
Your honey twist and screw me
Like a Philip screwdriver
Just cop the wheel and you drive her
She pop the pill and blew fire that
Mean her head was the bomb like
But, I'm the only one blowin'
Up told her please, bring yo homies
Don't be the only one showin' up
They call me Mr roper she peep
The swag in the stizzy
Was just her and her friends so
We did the Jack, Janet, chrissy
That's three company nigga
These bitches fuck with me nigga
You four leaf clover
These hoes just ain't got luck with me nigga

They trynna hate, too late for it
All they can do now, is wait for it
Wait for it
(wait for it) , wait for it (wait for it)
Wait for it (wait for it)
Now now now let that bitch go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Wait for it, wait for it go, go, go, go

They say my I'm ruthless
I got no roof on the coupe when it's out
I rock the kind of jewelry
These bitches go stupid about
Say my name gon' make me come
Knock every tooth out ya mouth
Stand on my money then take a piss
On the roof of ya house
I'm the opposite of Santa Claus, cadillac
Diana Ross ridin' with a wheelie like my
Car really got handlebars
Got Shaq's on the truck
Got Kobe's on the coupe
Got a bad little bitch trynna
Throw a nigga oops
That's a pick and roll, she throw it to me
I throw it back, thats a give and go
Then we gettin' low like midgets
Bruh your bitches pray these niggas dead
Waitin' for these rappers to diss me
Fuck it these niggas scared

They trynna hate, too late for it
All they can do now, is wait for it
Wait for it
(wait for it) , wait for it (wait for it)
Wait for it (wait for it)
Now now now let that bitch go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Wait for it, wait for it go, go, go, go

Aye they don't want this pirahna
Just my persona could beat ya'
Don't get it twisted I'm
Gifted like Christmas, Hanukkah, easter
They say that bastard 'bout to drop a
Classic and make all these rappers learn
Everybody waitin' for it like this
Bitch a tax return
Uhm, your bitch was waitin' to scope me
She posted all on my block like
Big Perm was waitin' for Smokey
I told her skate with the homie
And got my whole team ate
Then made the bitch wait like a protein shake
I was weighing my options I had
Some weight on my back
But ain't no way that I'm stoppin'
Now I'm awake from my nap
Yeah I'm a monster
I conquer and I'm just statin' the facts
Without no sponsor they call me
The most awaited in rap, nigga