No Haters

(London on da track, bitch) [Verse] We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grindin is agonizing but it's gratifyin (yeh) Skinny tires, on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody" Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I fuck so long it feel like exercisin I test the lyin before testifyin All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero fucks given I make her come to the condo butt-naked Cause bitch ain't no stealin She still come visit She don't wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said I get it I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention (yeh) Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage (yeh) Open your nose, I put some sugar in it I don't fuck around with them fuckarounds (uh) I might fuck around and catch a body (yeh) I got some niggas that'll hunt you down (yeh) And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it (uh) I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it (uh) Money and Drugs: I'm talkin Math and Science Ooh; skinny tires, on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead; before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it" Slim, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dyin, we still trap-or-dyin It's agonizin, but it's gratifyin Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Hold up; you ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you killed, that's my real day job I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fuckin hate crime Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 mile I'm the motherfuckin' man, Scarface, Facemob Pockets lookin like the Blob, chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfuckin egg til I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizin but it's gratifyin Skinny tires on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation; no stall, like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic Tunechi And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait