Sh!t (Remix)

[Intro] I'm so sorry, so sorry.. woo This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry [Hook] Uh Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party everyday, nigga That's a ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa su casa My choppa go "doom-dada Dayahyahyahda!" [Verse 1] 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 bumpin *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 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 mee 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 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'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 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 try 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 said; "don't apologize for shit Cause you the shit, and we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah" Woo! [Hook]