Young Pappy - The Wait is Over lyrics

[Intro: Young Pappy] Everybody stay talking 'bout they wanna hear that new Young Pappy and Bang Well, my manager he taxed for a feature, but you don't get taxed if you the gang A head shot put a patch in his brain I'm smoking on dead n***as, I'll match you a name Shorty told Spazz, "I can't hang where you hang cause you hang with Young Pappy and he gave you that name." [Verse 1: Bang Da Hitta] b**h I go crazy, b**h I got crazy! Ready to k**, going in like the navy! Whippin' the coke like I'm bringing back slavery My n***as they with it, they riding, no racing They pop out the cut like a scene up on Jason My n***as don't run, only time when they chasing How cause that d**h flip them right on their faces You don't rock with us? f** 'em then waste them [Verse 2: Young Pappy] Sure I got a whole lot of motherf**ing shooters on my squad Whole lotta shots, whole lotta shooters Whole Uzis, whole lotta macs Whole lotta tecs, whole lotta Glocks, whole lotta Rugers Sure I made all the shots, saying I'm a rap star n***a's getting clapped, hell nah, we ain't losing Toolies dress me up, hell nah, I ain't doing n***a's know where I stay but hell nah, I ain't moving I ain't ducking no action When you see me, it's cracking Nine times out of ten, I got it You ain't no savage You gon' make me call up Mac tell 'em "f** traffic, bring out them ratchets" I ain't never lackin' n***a's say never say never, well b**h n***a, I ain't never lackin' I ain't never lackin' n***a's say never say never,, well b**h n***a, I ain't never lackin' [Verse 3: Bang Da Hitta] For my squad, I'mma blam n***as In broad day, go ham, n***a It's k**a season, no Cam, n***a Get lean like you off xans, n***a It's straight bars, no tams, n***a All my n***as hundred grand, n***a We'll pop out that van, n***a Just spazz out, straight fan, n***a I'm f**ing up [?] [?] Shoot with precision, you shot in the air, what you shooting at, pigeons? You PBGK? b**h is you tripping? That's what turns n***as up into victims Beat him and burn him in front of his children Burning them up but then we were the k**ers [Verse 4: Young Pappy] I be on the Pole where it's cold at You need like 2-3 coats and about 4 hats I hang with Insanes, we post where the Stones at n***a talk crazy, where his brains? Where the floors at I be on the ave and the mav where the Moes at I don't come outside unless I ask where the poles at f**ing with a real n***a, she don't wanna go back Ask about a body, hell nah, I don't know that [Verse 5: Bang Da Hitta] Got Pap on the track, we spazzing