[Intro]

Sorry 4 the Wait, man

Album coming August 29th, though

Tez made me do this song

[Verse]

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me

First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker

And you ain't gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman

Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan

Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon' hate

Pound of the kush, call that bitch "pound cake"

I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face

And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes

She whine, "Baby, don't leave"

I duck that bullshit, bob and weave

Everybody trippin', but I ain't never trippin'

Leave your ass flatter than my new television

I'm talkin' 'bout money and the power, power and the money

This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy

I'ma run this shit 'til I'm the last man runnin'

Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me

Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit

Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis

Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho

She pop X; I smoke O's—tic-tac-toe

And I stink, 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind

They say numbers don't lie—is that a six or a nine?

I stand in front of the clock, 'cause I'm ahead of the time

Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom

I ain't playin' with niggas, no, sir, not me

And they can't blindfold what my third eye see

Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I'm free

And the coupe transform, no Tyrese

Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne?

I'm somewhere in between joy and pain

And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds

Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground

Now, ain't that 'bout a bitch? It ain't never 'bout a bitch

I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch

Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas

And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga

Ha, Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung

I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come

Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts

Fuckin' with me, it's blood, brains or guts, argh!

Fuck y'all, for real, though

Sleep with the hammer under the pillow

Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows

Soon as I'm done, peel off like velcro

Gone, baby, I'm stoned

Smokin' on the strong, got a huge-ass bong

Swag off the hook, you can't use that phone

Stopped at the light and put my roof back on, haha

One time for the G's

The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys

The niggas on the block, the niggas on they P's and Q's

Put your bitch-ass on the evenin' news

Jumpin' in the game, better read the rules

High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon

Fuck with me, die soon, not late

And I'm sorry for the motherfuckin' wait— Tunechi!