[Intro] I'm so sorry, so sorry This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry [Hook] Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa My choppa go doom dada thahehahehahehahya [Verse 1] Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix I wake up crank and turn into a lunatic Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to kill These pussy niggas shooting bricks I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir She wanna get it off her chest, but her boobs too big I'm bumping Carter 5 on a iPod My bitch mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet She said soon as these niggas hear your new shit They going have to give they styles back I said "you too cray", she said "you too humble" I said "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet" Then I asked her do she go both ways She say "they do say love is a two way street" I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees I'm just serving these fiends Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard what you see I'm a verbal disease, I'm allergic to me Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease That bitch you in love with, she working for me I personally get you murdered this week Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street smart I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm unique Did my time in Cash Money, time served and released But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets But that shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek I'm just focused, focused on my expertise They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree" Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me breathe Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya fleas Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heard You a dead parakeet It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for this Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus We at the top of the world, she like the view and shit From up here everybody look the puniest The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne Looking up at the skyline I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime And motherfuck you if you fight crime I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a python These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways That's because they on the sideline, but they never try mine Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry" Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"
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