[Intro]
Niggas be like, "Hey, what’s good, Smi', bruh? I seen your little SoundCloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and shit. Little comments and shit. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little nigga."
I be like, "Bitch! Get off my—dick!"
[Chorus]
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
Yeah
[Verse 1]
This my shit
Every time I walk in, play my shit
Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin
Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick
Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu
Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute
(Oh, my God, Smi'—you like God, Smi'!)
Nah, don't call me that
I be where the zombies at, insomniac
'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville
That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill
Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off
Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss
About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated
Make my little bitch feel celebrated
I be all frigid just, bool la rouge
Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo
Say a say squa
[Chorus]
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus 2: Bari]
Hoe ain't no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh
Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw
Naw, I mean GaLLant
Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant
I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot
Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)
Nigga too cool in the Cuban links
Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me
Muhfucka, you through if it's you or me
Yeah I put that stone on her
Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her
Red Cafe, this a shake down
Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her
Yeah I had her assed up, face down
This dick ain't free, got a loan from her
[Verse 3: Smino]
I don't want her
Fuck around, gave her ass the wrong number
Nigga been hot all year like a long summer
Bread winning ahead, getting ahead
Give me the head, shawty be cool
Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through
Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude
Fuck the White house, this the ice house, igloo
I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
[Chorus]
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup)
[Outro: Crazy Groupie]
Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you [beep]ing with the wrong one. You keep [beep]ing with me, you wanna [bleep]ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead [beep]ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone [call cuts] I'm dead-ass never fucking with rappers again, like, all of this fucking talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good [call cuts] honestly don't got fucking time, you think I got time to just be [beep]ing calling you, every [beep]ing day? Getting sent to [beep]ing voicemail, like, that is [beep]ing [call cuts] but I'ma show you [beep]ing insane, dead-ass, for real. Bet it up. Call me back though