Wait Your Turn B

Chillin' at the Amaco

Lighting up botanical

Seen a nigga I ain't like

Shouldda let the hammer go down 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 a light post

I ain't into arguing, I ain't into bargainin'

Get a and a hoodie, knife and a 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