Released on August 9, 2016

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[Verse 1]

Yeah

It’s the anticipation, the whole world is waiting on me

It’s like a gangster celebration we taking on it

From the scales to the charts

Posted bail, coke sales, hammers in the park

Perceived we were smart cause we flipped it to the flow

Now it’s overnight flights just to get to the show

It’s L-O-X D Block, you already know

The suckers hating on me while we steady getting dough (get it)

Now who’s next to blow

Yeah that kid that been here, snitches tenth fear

Sorta like Big when he slid, you can’t win here

Revolver style, filling the chamber let him spin there

Bullets all up in your face burning your chin head (yeah)

We been prepared, ya’ll been scared

We bumping to the Autoworld Dallas sun store, I run the room

(Yeah, D Block)

Protect mine’s, check lines, we run the crew

No security, go through homie it’s kinda sure yeah


[Verse 2]

Now I’m in a Range but I been a thg since my big whale

Yeah I signed with Puff but that wasn’t my first deal

Cocaine birds fly south to Nashville

Smack, you ain’t the only motherfucker that roadkill

Little digital scales and triple beans

I wake up and buy it nigga, no more dreams

I thug and I’m balling hookers like Hakeems

But I’m loyal I don’t go to different teams (D Block)

You know these niggas is bitch made

They been telling on niggas since fifth grade

Anything I get on nigga ain’t get played

I ride for my nigga, talk shit and get sprayed


[Verse 3]

Yeah we don’t fuck with you thot

Really your money and guns too short

Fucking with me you’re dealing with the nucleus of New York

Sedan only two door, my stick name is the shooter

You can’t figure out how I manoeuvre

I went with the choices the Effen or the Ruda

Trumped out down on the west end with the [?]

Lights on, sips on Merlot Hookah

Trips back and forth out of town, my little trooper

Rocks on us, the hot corners

We was putting work in when you was playing pop on ‘em

Yeah, handgun on switchblade

I ride for my nigga, talk shit and you get sprayed


[Verse 4]

Bob shop, bamboo full of bubblegum

Busting in a Bimmer or Benz when I’m bubbling

Break it down, the fudder at the base spot

The [?] on a bitch with a body like BayWatch

Basically I body you broad day

Bi-polar bigga that’s broader than Broadway

Listen B, I’m just trying to give you my history

Laid back nigga but my nerves make me jittery

Bird fly, bullets delivered to ‘em

For a right amount of money know niggas will rid of me

So I hustle and get paid

I ride for my nigga, talk shit and you get sprayed


[Outro]

It’s the anticipation, the whole world is waiting on me (waiting on me)

It’s like a gangster celebration we taking on it

It’s the anticipation, the whole world is waiting on me (waiting on me)

It’s like a gangster celebration we taking on it