Waiting On Me by EyeLuvOscar Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shit getting way too real
So I been clutching the steel
You say you down for the ride
My nigga down for the kill
Doesn't matter when we slide
They know we coming for real
They know we coming with force
My nigga pass me the torch
I'm hitting the blunt till I'm hoarse
I need a horse
Tryna skirt off in a Porsche
I'm tryna fly to LA
I need a mil on plate
I need a bitch with some cake
You was the goat
Why you turn into a snake
But fuck it I'm staying afloat
Locked in the stu for some days, ok
How many hits we gon make today
How many risks you gon take today
I fuck his bitch then fadeaway
[Verse 2]
Money the motto
Bitch I been balling like I hit the lotto
I know one girl from Colorado
When I gеt to see her then we popping bottlеs
Shawty too bad, look like a model
Body coke bottle
Pour me up a drank
She smoke gas, not from the tank
Bitch I'm on the chase I just made bank
I just made (Ah)
I need 10k for a show
Me and my niggas all finna blow
I won't ever go back broke
Making mama proud, cause I'm on my own
I keep a tool when I'm by my lone
Niggas too fake, niggas be clones
Niggas too fake, clutch that pole
We finna ball like disco
[Verse 3]
Fuck nigga steady hating on me
Tryna get to the paper homie
Kiara calling my phone and I know that she waiting on me
I know that she hate it for me
They want bread then we bake him homie
I don't really ever get lonely
Cause everybody way too phony
Watching my shoulders, that's word to my enemies
Talking that knowledge with spiritual entities
Fuck nigga hating like bro are you kidding me
I rip the chop let it sing like a symphony
Never ever really had ish (Haddish) like Tiffany
I got some music could last you a century
Keep a gun close to my side like a sentry
Not going out unless god come and send for me
[Verse 4]
Stacking the paper, no time for the fallouts
You run till you fall down
A feature gone cost you an eye and an arm now
My niggas gone ball out
Who is whatchamacall now?
You seen him with who?
You say he gunned down?
Bag on his head?
What you need me do?
I can do it by sundown
Fye fye fye, fuck nigga better leap
Bro the shot the choppa
10 rounds for an oppa
Unloading the clip and then fucking repeat
I'm with the gang we ain't playing for keeps
Bro caught a case I ain't talking 'bout brief
I seen some shit to bring you to your knees
Baby you wonder why I'm smoking trees
Niggas be clones want my energy
[Outro]
Fuck nigga steady hating on me
Tryna get to the paper homie
Kiara calling my phone and I know that she waiting on me
I know that she hate it for me
They want bread then we bake him homie
I don't really ever get lonely
Cause everybody way too phony
Shit getting way too real
So I been clutching the steel
You say you down for the ride
My nigga down for the kill
Doesn't matter when we slide
They know we coming for real
They know we coming with force
My nigga pass me the torch
I'm hitting the blunt till I'm hoarse
I need a horse
Tryna skirt off in a Porsche
I'm tryna fly to LA
I need a mil on plate
I need a bitch with some cake
You was the goat
Why you turn into a snake
But fuck it I'm staying afloat
Locked in the stu for some days, ok
How many hits we gon make today
How many risks you gon take today
I fuck his bitch then fadeaway
[Verse 2]
Money the motto
Bitch I been balling like I hit the lotto
I know one girl from Colorado
When I gеt to see her then we popping bottlеs
Shawty too bad, look like a model
Body coke bottle
Pour me up a drank
She smoke gas, not from the tank
Bitch I'm on the chase I just made bank
I just made (Ah)
I need 10k for a show
Me and my niggas all finna blow
I won't ever go back broke
Making mama proud, cause I'm on my own
I keep a tool when I'm by my lone
Niggas too fake, niggas be clones
Niggas too fake, clutch that pole
We finna ball like disco
[Verse 3]
Fuck nigga steady hating on me
Tryna get to the paper homie
Kiara calling my phone and I know that she waiting on me
I know that she hate it for me
They want bread then we bake him homie
I don't really ever get lonely
Cause everybody way too phony
Watching my shoulders, that's word to my enemies
Talking that knowledge with spiritual entities
Fuck nigga hating like bro are you kidding me
I rip the chop let it sing like a symphony
Never ever really had ish (Haddish) like Tiffany
I got some music could last you a century
Keep a gun close to my side like a sentry
Not going out unless god come and send for me
[Verse 4]
Stacking the paper, no time for the fallouts
You run till you fall down
A feature gone cost you an eye and an arm now
My niggas gone ball out
Who is whatchamacall now?
You seen him with who?
You say he gunned down?
Bag on his head?
What you need me do?
I can do it by sundown
Fye fye fye, fuck nigga better leap
Bro the shot the choppa
10 rounds for an oppa
Unloading the clip and then fucking repeat
I'm with the gang we ain't playing for keeps
Bro caught a case I ain't talking 'bout brief
I seen some shit to bring you to your knees
Baby you wonder why I'm smoking trees
Niggas be clones want my energy
[Outro]
Fuck nigga steady hating on me
Tryna get to the paper homie
Kiara calling my phone and I know that she waiting on me
I know that she hate it for me
They want bread then we bake him homie
I don't really ever get lonely
Cause everybody way too phony