Waitin’ 4 ME

[Intro]
Whoa, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah
Yo, I'm 'bout to spit some shit real quick
Shoutout Fenix, for real

[Verse 1]
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

[Break]
Goddamn what the hell?
Real trap shit, Trapaholics
Shit, I’m like

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
So long
And then there was hope, waitin' for me