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I'm so sorry, so
This, this Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for fake niggas
Throw a everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom thahehahehahehahya

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