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[Intro] I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I'm so sorry [Hook] Uh Sorry for the wait, nigga Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party every day, nigga That's an ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa su casa My choppa go Doom-dada Dayahyahyahda! [Verse] Tunechi, bitch On my Future shit I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix I wake up cranky 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 gon' 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 ask her do she go both ways She say "They do say love is a two-way street" I say "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 two fingers I'm at peace Word I smirk when I squeeze Trigger smart, street smart I'm a nerd, I'm a geek I'm absurd, I'm unique Did my time at 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's 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 Your bitch Tunechi's 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 than nylon So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like cayenne Looking up at the skyline I'm thinking to my fuckin' self "You only live twice, slime" And motherfuck you if you fight crime I'm from a place with a high crime rate, like Iran We put your 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 tried mine Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide While my bitch sip a Mai Tai But she wine fine And I'm so sorry She say "Don't be sorry" Woo Then she say "Don't apologize for shit 'Cause you the shit And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit" Woah Woo [Hook] But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party every day, nigga That's an ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa su casa My choppa go Doom-dada Dayahyahyahda! Ayy [Outro] And I'm so sorry for the wait too I'm so sorry, so sorry; woo This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I'm so sorry, so sorry