CMG The Label, Yo Gotti and Blac Youngsta - Wait In Line
(Turn me up, YC)Ayy, ayy, ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time
Lethal flow (lethal flow)
Blac Youngsta can't keep a ho
Drop her off quick
I give no fuck 'bout no ho, ho, hit the door (pyoom)
Me and my gang, we creepin', though (yeah)
On the low, we tossed the ho
He low-key, then lost the ho
Fuck that ho, I'm claustrophobic
Usin' that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dog, can't wait to hit him with this SIG (pussy)
Nigga play with co, I'm puttin' a hit on Mr. Big (on God)
We takin' your top, I swear to god we splittin' your wig (bitch)
Last nigga lied to me, boy, I swear I took his tongue (why?)
They took Lil Woo, it's my job to be there for his mom (no lie)
We took a few, but this shit don't still feel like we won (my opps gotta die)
No matter how far I go, I can't forget the slums (even if I try)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time
I lost real hitters to real pussies, that don't sit well with me (trippin')
But I guess slipper goals until I get back, that's an L for me (aight)
I come from that culture, I'm a soldier and a general
Four hundred shots of switches in one car
I ain't lied in one bar (for real)
I'm really a gangster, they think I'm a star
I ran up these millions and chopper-proofed my car, nigga (yeah)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Oh, they wet up your man? You say you was hurt
You pop you a Perc', that shit ain't gon' work
Go put in some work, nigga (put in some work, nigga)
I be on my knees prayin' to my chopper like it's church, nigga (like it's church, nigga)
Stay on point before they turn your foreign whip to a hearse, nigga
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy), ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time
Written by:
Christopher Pearson, Mario Mims, Sammie Benson
Publisher:
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