[Intro: Skooly]

London on da Track, bitch!

[Verse: Lil Wayne]

We catch a body and we laugh about it

I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it

Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying

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 exercising

I'll test a lion before testifying

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 wan' 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 and snort a Quaalude

Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention

Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage

Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it

I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds

Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body

Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down

Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey

Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it

Yeah, 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"

Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it

I know somebody that know somebody

Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying

It's agonizing but it's gratifying

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 fucking hate crime

Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile

I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob

Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod

Bust your motherfucking 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 agonizing but it's gratifying

Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh!

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

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi

And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait

And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah