Yung Mal - Woo (Wait) lyrics

[Intro] (The fu*k you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?) [Chorus: Lil Quill] She fu*ked around and su*ked me in the back of this Benz I fu*ked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fu*ked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, sh*t wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place [Verse 1: Lil Quill] Sell out these dates, get to rockin' this b*tch (Sell it out) Land on that boy, he was poppin' his sh*t (Man down) Green light the boy, we not stoppin' for sh*t (Green light) One-of-one made, we not shoppin' for sh*t (One-of-one fabric) ni**a got that cannon, we gon' crop him out the picture (That's on God) I just caught a rich b*tch, she just took me to the Ritz (Huh?) No kid (No kid), got Amari fur on my b*tch (Got Amari fur) No, not no five-oh, these backends we gettin' (No, not five) Don Corleone, he don't wait, he go get it (Don Corleone) Poppin' late night with like thirty-some sticks (Huh?) Like Trump finna send us all the way to Iran Geeked off this Henn', no pad or no pen (Geeked up) He ate the cheese, got the rat on the stand (Ate) Wait (Wait) He don't want no beef, he get ate (Hell nah) Stay out the way, it get late (Let's go) [Chorus: Lil Quill & Yung Mal] She fu*ked around and su*ked me in the back of this Benz I fu*ked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fu*ked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, sh*t wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place (Iceburg) [Verse 2: Yung Mal] Iceburg and Big Quill get to rockin' this place (Yeah) Act like a b*tch, the Glock right in his face (Skrrt) He poppin' his sh*t, pop him right in his face (Pop) Paparazzi, they run up, they all in my face (Mhm) I'm hot like a Taki, I'm Scotty 2 Hotty (Hot, hot) I got this sh*t flamin' on plate, okay (Ooh, sh*t), alright My Benz got big old body Hit it, cough, I smoke exotic b*tch, I'm a boss, still be in projects Soon as I pull up, she su*kin' my private (Skrrt, ugh) ni**a run up quick, I bet he die quick Gave me the key to the game and I locked it Walk straight in that show, start a moshpit (Yeah) Hold up, open that sh*t up (Hold up, open that sh*t up), up Open it up, up, huh (Iceburg) [Chorus: Lil Quill] She fu*ked around and su*ked me in the back of this Benz I fu*ked 'round and picked up her friends I left the show about two, then I went to the booth And I fu*ked 'round and left about ten Candler Road don, they treat me like a prince Askin' myself why I drip like a rinse Got all this fame, sh*t wasn't even part the plan So many bands, I can't go broke again I gotta pull up my pants when I go on my 'Gram So many sticks like we goin' to Iran Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait She make that fat ass shake like a 'quake You ain't gettin' no cash, you can't do nothin' but hate No debates, we gon' get the bank We sell out these dates, get to rockin' this place