[Intro]
Damn, FlemDawg

[Chorus]
I been waiting on this n***a
And I been patient too long his heart pacing too long
It's a cold ass world you'll die over that n***a
But I guess that's just the place that you on
I'm the hardest young n***a up and coming
And that spot rightfully owned yeah, I'm rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped give a fuck type of rifle he own

[Verse 1]
N***as copying shit know they jotting this shit
I'm the God boy I ain't even writing these songs
I be thinking this shit off the top of the dome
And yo' bitch just be giving me top I don't bone
Ah, you better not Home Alone
N***a tried, and he got shot in his domе
Pop fly, I did not wanna send him home
He took that to thе face yeah, the hit was too strong
Gun, shots hopping out the Mac 11
You got hit with the first hit yo' moms with the second
Aye, waiting on the n***a come back outside
But he know it's gon be Armageddon
He know it's a L day, he know it's a Hell day
He know he got hell to pay he in that Hellcat
I hope he bout gunplay, he knowing that hell'll raise
[Chorus]
I been waiting on this n***a
And I been patient too long his heart pacing too long
It's a cold ass world you'll die over that n***a
But I guess that's just the place that you on
I'm the hardest young n***a up and coming
And that spot rightfully owned yeah, I'm rightfully on
He kept typing and put me inside of a song
He get popped give a fuck type of rifle he own

[Verse 2]
Vector on me while inside of my home
I'ma blow out this bitch till yo' vitals be gone
He done rolled up on me while it's too late at night
Ima have to see what type time that he on
Have foe'nem pull up on the side of that whip
Get to bussin' you flip and then I'ma be gone
N***as getting they life mixed up with personas
My n***a you tripping this not just a song
Yeah, I'm grippin' the Glock that bitch hold 32
I put that to yo' back and then call you Malone (that's Karl)
Or I might pick up a K put that bitch to yo' face
And then call you Stallone, First, Blood when I shoot this muhfucka
Committing a sin if I use this muhfucka
Tell my lil' brother go get 'em a bucket
I pass 'em the blick alley oop that muhfucka
Slamming that bitch just like Anthony Davis
My shit really bump fuck a Spotify playlist
Catch me out posted a submachine gun
With a light on the front or the modified laser
Putting that bitch to yo' taper then telling yo' barber
You gon' need a shape up
Hit like a bruise my shit really the truth you don't feel it right now then you gon' feel it later, what I'm in this shit for? paper
I ain't in this bitch to do favors
Tryna walk round this bitch like a glacier
But first i'mma put mama crib on some acres
Really the hardest to come outta Vegas
You n***as ain't ballin' I'm stacked like the Lakers
N***as ain't gone by the end of this song
I smoked 300 pounds just like Shaq on the Lakers
Big ass wood in my right hand
Big ass gun in my nightstand, n***as be hatin'
Talking down on me still feel like fans
You n***as not built for what's coming
You n***as more built to get brutally kilt by what's coming
The predator bitch, I ain't goin for nothing
I'm runnin' but I ain't the one being hunted