(Intro)
Sell that gas, I got a long list of my clientelle
Stash the box, might fuck around and buy a couple pounds
Everyday we out here getting faded
Destined to be this stoney, wouldn't trade it

(Verse 1)
Kenyan I got the shield, nappy fro on my piece for real
And tell them other hoes stop it, the man is here
High and bright like a chandelier
Hit the Mary three times, start a freestyle poof that's when Ray appear
Only on gas that will burn another layer of the atmosphere
Cut the check let's make beats
Blue la flame on me I got heat
Molotov lighting fires to the corner store
Short on wraps he ain't 21
And he can't afford to make time for a bitch cuz the plane is taking off
Slow it down on the cloud I can't hear you through the smoke
I tell him like

(Pre-chorus)
Lotta goodies wanna flex, ain't no common sense
Reach around you get them hands up like i'm ambidex
In the valley throwing sheets up like a paper press
You fall into they plan, just don't know it yet

(Chorus)
Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
No weed, we be on a job for the dinner
If you tuck me bitch aim for the liver, said

Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
Proceed, people on jobs for they dinner
Load up in the getaway van, payday

(Verse 2)
Hands in the air trick, screaming out mayday
If you keep it up imma upgrade
Chief Keef blasting, feel tense
See just how fast it gets ugly
And no I ain't talking bout the hugs
I be about the love, not the smothering
There be women in abundance
High-key they be loving the chocolate coloring, yea
Ain't about a dollar it ain't making no sense
Bitch get out my pocket, i'm paying my rent
This frequent flyer n***a tryna make m's
Too secure, offshore got accounts in all seven continents
So much dirty laundry need to wash again
Ain't shit y'all can tell me no more
Keep seshing n***a

(Pre-chorus)
Lotta goodies wanna flex, ain't no common sense
Reach around you get them hands up like i'm ambidex
In the valley throwing sheets up like a paper press
You slave to Uncle Sam, can't escape the fact

(Chorus)
Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
No weed, we be on a job for the dinner
If you tuck me bitch aim for the liver, said

Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as
Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer
Proceed, people on jobs for they dinner
Better not lie for the trigger, Oscar

(Outro)
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