[Intro]

I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo

This-this that Sorry 4 the Wait 2

And I'm so sorry

[Chorus]

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 V

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 V the shit"

Woah

Woo

[Chorus]

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, I'm so sorry