Flight School - Wait lyrics
[Hook] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on my road to road to riches gotta stay up out my lane I'm just f**ing all these b**hes, got me screaming free the gang All these hoes grabbing on my dick, pullin' on my chain Man sh** ain't never change still a motherf**in' Flame Wait, wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait [Verse 1: Flow] Ok ok ok ok ok Show me where them freaks at Pa** these pill I'll make them eat If you looking for lil' Flow just take a whiff on where that weed at Tryna book me for a show, let me know and I'll tell Fee dat This that withdrawals watch me relapse b**h I'm turnt up like a preamp And my hair smell like shampoo, and my blunt smell like that truth Got that kick back on that yapper, please don't come wit no Kung Fu Bout to go ménage à trois, tight flow up the moon I ruse I go dumber than Lil' B, I'll eat it up like wonton soup Man you know Flow don't love them hoes f** that hoe than f** that hoe Fee Dawg let me see the whip and I spilled drank all in the ghost I was headed to my hood, drivin' fast off Paris Road Getting head and closed my eyes and f**ed around and hit a hoe I jumped in the back and started dressin' the curtains She jumped on my lap and started undressin' and t**n' Her boyfriend know that I'm the rapper he worship Flow, not that hoe off that Progressive commercial I jumped in the back and started dressin' the curtains She jumped on my lap and started undressin' and t**n' Her boyfriend know that I'm the rapper he worship Flow, not that hoe off that Progressive commercial [Hook] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on my road to road to riches gotta stay up out my lane I'm just f**ing all these b**hes, got me screaming free the gang All these hoes grabbing on my dick, pullin' on my chain Man sh** ain't never change still a motherf**in' Flame Wait, wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait [Verse 2] Ok ok ok Ratchet hoes please keep yo hands off b**h I'm straight so keep yo pants on b**h you couldn't get this dick if I was drunk and cut the lamps off b**h I'm bout to light this kush, shut the door and cut the fan off Bout to make my hood a landmark, if its war let's have a standoff And I'm kickin' sh** like combat boots, n***a I'm that dude Take yo b**h so quick and have a rondevu, and make her find my juice And I spazzed on this track on an accident, and I'm back on them tabs again And I heard it was off the shelf but somehow a n***a still sippin' Actavis Got too much swag need an app for this I ain't no pimp but I'll smack a b**h b**hes know the Flamez in the building, if we ain't on the list better check the list Got a condo with nothing but condoms in it, same place where the rhymes invented And I bought a chrome .45 and its shiny n***a Before I shoot I can blind a n***a [Hook] I'm on my road to road to riches gotta stay up out my lane I'm just f**ing all these b**hes, got me screaming free the gang All these hoes grabbing on my dick, pullin' on my chain Man sh** ain't never change still a motherf**in' Flame Wait, wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait Hol' up, hol' up Wait, wait, wait