ETA Lyrics – ian

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[Intro]
(Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?) Hm
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus]
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié’, I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I’m deep in that water, it’s so cold
Uh, yo’ ho not gon’ play her lil’ part, then it’s hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fu*k, I’m throwed off, I got yo’ ho going loco
Uh, b!tch, go home, I ain’t picking up none of yo’ phone calls

Uh, throw him some bread, he’ll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I’m pressing that button, so watch for yo’ forehead

[Verse]
My mom done told me ’bout saving my money, I’m spending that s*it like a grown man
Just hopped out, floating, I’m two blunts deep and I’m too turnt up for the romance
Baby girl, let’s come on then, let’s get going
Sometimes I get in my own way, I’m just going
B!tch, go get in your own bag, my s*it overflowing
This b!tch must have a diploma, that brain going dumb, goddamn
Real fast, we go pink flaming’, running from GSP
Real mad, I done missed out on a M, I was on DND
Hell yeah, could’ve bought three of yo’ cribs off my DSPs
Goddamn, I’m tryna get rid of this b!tch, ho can’t leave me be
Fu*k the chains, I threw my advance in some real estate
Real pay, hop up out that, “Damn, boy, you really made it”
I know I’m not hearing from they ass till I really make it
Stop, eighty-thousand from my head to my fu*king ankles
Wait, call the plug up, “What’s your ETA?” Hey
Might call yo’ ho up, “What’s your ETA?” Hey
Wraith doing donuts, feel like GTA
5 I got going up in my DNA
Wrai-Wraith doing donuts, feel like GTA
5 I got going up in my DNA

[Chorus]
Huh, I jump off the porch to the Murcié’, I still got no mercy for no ho
Uh, I do not play ball for New York, but I just dropped a 30 near SoHo
Uh, I still gotta watch for them sharks when I’m deep in that water, it’s so cold
Uh, yo’ ho not gon’ play her lil’ part, then it’s hasta la vista, so long
Uh, fu*k, I’m throwed off, I got yo’ ho going loco
Uh, b!tch, go home, I ain’t picking up none of yo’ phone calls
Uh, throw him some bread, he’ll switch on his own mans
My car doors vertical, shorty, I’m pressing that button, so watch for yo’ forehead