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the wait is over (full lyrics) - young pappy lyrics

[intro: young pappy]
everybody stay talking ’bout they wanna hear that new young pappy and bang
well, my manager tax for a feature, but you don’t get taxed if you da gang
a headshot put a patch in his brain
i’m smoking on dead n*ggas, i’ll match you a name
shorty told spazz, “i can’t hang where you hang, cause you hang with young pappy, ain’t he gave you that name.”

[verse 1: bang da hitta]
b*tch i go crazy, b*tch i go crazy!
ready to k!ll, going in like the navy!
whippin’ the coke, like i’m bringing back slavery
my n*ggas they with it, they riding, no racing
they pop out the cut, like a scene up on jason
my n*ggas don’t run, only time, when they chasing
hawk his ass down flip em right then face em
you don’t rock with us? f*ck ’em then waste them

[verse 2: young pappy]
squad i got a wholе lot of motherf*cking shooters on my squad
whole lotta shots, wholе 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*gga’s getting clapped, h*ll nah, we ain’t losing
12 sn*tch me up h*ll nah, i ain’t do it
n*gga’s know where i stay but h*ll 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*ck traffic, bring out them ratchets”
i ain’t never lackin’
n*ggas say “never say never”, well b*tch n*gga, i ain’t never lackin’
i ain’t never lackin’
n*ggas say “never say never”, well b*tch n*gga, i ain’t never lackin’
[verse 3: bang da hitta]
for my squad, i’mma blam n*ggas
and bro nem gang , go ham, n*gga
it’s k!lla season, no cam, n*gga
get lean, like you off xans, n*gga
it’s straight bars, no tams, n*gga
all my n*ggas hundred grand, n*gga
we’ll pop out that van, n*gga
just spazz out, straight fan, n*gga
i’m f*cking up [?], tripping, my fingers is itching
my sisters is telling me n*ggas is tripping
my aim is official
shoot with precision, you shot in the air
what you shooting at, pigeons?
you pbgk? b*tch is you tripping?
that’s what turns n*ggas up into victims
beat him and burn him in front of his children
burning them up but then we were the k!llers

[verse 4: young pappy]
i be on the pole where it’s cold at
you need like two*three coats and about four hats
i hang with insanes, we post where the stones at
n*gga talk crazy, where his brains? where the floor’s 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*cking with a real n*gga, she don’t wanna go back
asking about a body, h*ll nah, i don’t know that
[verse 5: bang da hitta]
got pap on the track, we spazzing
[?]
swear bruh we addicted to the fashion
b*tches love us cause they know we cashing
n*ggas don’t wanna see about that action
anywhere we will get sh*t crackin
have the jakes on the scene like god d*mn [?]
how the f*ck we let that happen

[verse 6: young pappy]
when you hear us say that gang sh*t tfg , pbg same sh*t bnr hoolies who i hang with
if you ain’t nun of that
you shouldn’t claim sh*t

- lyrics young pappy lyrics

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