What They Waitin' On Songtext
von Jelly Roll

Broadway
I think we′re getting popular
They're starting to talk about us a little bit
Ayy, what up? Told ′em

Hmm, that's what they waiting on
That what they waiting on
That's what these people waiting on
That′s what they waiting on
That′s what they waiting on
That's what the fuck these fucking people have been waiting on (yeah)
Let it go

I took a little break, but finally we back again (I′m back)
If I wasn't rapping right now, it′s drug trafficking (true)
I told my mama I would never hit the trap again (no)
Shout out to my people in the pen getting that package in (free Trouble, bitch)
Still swimming with barracudas
30 people deep and everybody is a shooter
Making money off the music, making money off the movement
Real money, my pockets, should be on the biggest loser (damn)


Cashville is my city, know me on every part (wad up?)
Ride around my city with a gun as big as Kevin Hart
I'm telling y′all the truth, I'm out of y'all zone (yeah)
We can put them hands up like Johnny Bon Jon (Bon Jon)
It′s raw, it′s totem, in case you didn't notice (notice)
Making money off this music before I was not focused (but I am now)
But now I′m here now, this is my year now (come on)
And all these bitches is dissing, let's make it clear now

Ayy, what′s up? (This for the G's)
Ayy, what′s up? (This for the streets)
Ayy, what's up? (This for the cities), ayy, what's up?
Let′s get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
Let′s get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
I did this for the city, dawg

Ayy, what's up? (This for the G′s)
Ayy, what's up? (This for the streets)
Ayy, what′s up? (This for the cities), ayy, what's up?
Let′s get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
Let's get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
I did this for the city, dawg


I went to Northern California looking for some perp (I found)
I finally sent it back to Tennessee inside a hearse (fo' real)
This is not just a rap song, it′s deeper than a verse (come on)
Every day, my phone′s ringing like the motherfucking first
Bad bitches turn me on, every block I'm serving on
Riding in a rental console, it′s full of burn-a-phones
All the sudden rappers 'round here trying to dist-jell it (what)
If they was really mad then they′d have shot me already (bitch)

Oh, I get it, I guess they really just need some attention
They ain't with it (no), if they was they wouldn′t diss me, they'd come get me
The bitches, I swear to God I sold out O's (uh-huh)
And then I switched the game up and did some sold out shows
Man, I sold out bows (I did) and I sold out blows (I did)
These rappers talking cocaine, but they don′t know ′bout stoves (no)
Free my brother Struggle and free my brother Die
And free my brother Sleepy G and free my brother Child

Ayy, what's up? (This for the G′s)
Ayy, what's up? (This for the streets)
Ayy, what′s up? (This for the cities), ayy, what's up?
Let′s get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
Let's get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
I did this for the city, dawg

Ayy, what's up? (This for the G′s)
Ayy, what′s up? (This for the streets)
Ayy, what's up? (This for the cities), ayy, what′s up?
Let's get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
Let′s get away with they be waiting on, waiting on
I did this for the city, dawg

Hmm, that's what they waiting on
That′s what they waiting on
That's what these people waiting on
That's what they waiting on
That′s what they waiting on
That′s what the fuck these fucking people having waiting on
Let it go