Lyrics Wait Your Turn B - Styles P
Chillin'
at
the
Amaco
Lighting
up
botanical
Seen
a
nigga
I
ain't
like
Shouldda
let
the
hammer
go
Dwn
to
do
the
dirt
But
I
know
the
church
is
Manago
I
don't
want
the
sin
on
my
soul
'cause
I
plan
to
go
So
I
keep
rolling
up
But
he
ice
grilling
and
he
swollen
up
But
he
ain't
old
enough
to
never
see
another
day
I'm
thinking
this
But
I
ain't
put
my
gun
away
He
act,
I'mma
clap,
And
these
people
gon'
run
away
They
gonna
get
my
plates
and
the
make
of
my
vehicle
I'mma
be
upstate
full
of
hate
tryin'
see
it
through
So
I
put
it
in
first
I'mma
catch
'em
all
alone
then
I'm
putting
work
You
wanna
test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
Test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
In
the
club
by
myself
getting
sized
up
So
I
just
rised
up
but
I
didn't
need
help
Had
a
knife
in
the
belt
and
a
bottle
that
was
comp
I'm
always
ready
to
romp,
I
move
kinda
stealth
Hammer
in
the
ride
with
the
driver
outside
By
the
door
with
cocked
back
four
He
familiar
with
the
war
and
the
tour
keep
a
bullet
in
his
jaw
Know
for
sure
that
shit
can
get
raw
when
I
slide
They
say
what
up,
no
what
up
back
Ghost
bust
first,
no
bust
back
Keep
that
same
energy,
hope
you
remember
me
I'mma
be
that
enemy
that
won't
ever
cut
slack
You
wanna
test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
Test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
Couple
a
niggas
don't
even
like
Ghost
Start
shit
up,
get
lit
up
like
they
are
light
posts
I
ain't
into
arguing,
I
ain't
into
bargainin'
Get
a
shell
in
the
hoodie,
knife
in
the
cardigan
You
see
me
throwing
the
peace
sign
That
two
could
turn
to
two
guns
up
when
it's
creep
time
Slug
through
the
peephole,
now
he
sleep
though
He
the
one
asking
for
sleep
time
Test
me,
you
gotta
wait
your
turn
B
Get
a
bag
full
of
guns
and
prepare
for
the
journey
Get
six
pallbearers,
a
couple
attorneys
You
gon'
either
not
leave
or
leave
in
a
gurney
Ghost
You
wanna
test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
Test
me?
(You
gotta)
Wait
your
turn
B
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
I
put
my
foot
down
firmly
Stick
the
nose
of
my
gun
In
some
shit
that
don't
concern
me
You
wanna
test
me?
There's
a
long
line
of
niggas
that's
ready
to
burn
me
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