No Haters

London on da track, bitch!

We catch a body and we laugh about it

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

Grindin' is 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 test the lyin' 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 wanna 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 heebee-jeebees

I got a hit list like the yellow pages

Hey, if she can suck a dick or snort a quaalude

Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention

Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage

Open your nose, I put some sugar in it

I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds

I might fuck around and catch a body

I got some niggas that'll hunt you down

And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey

Woo, we catch a body and we laugh about it

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

Money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science

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

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

I know somebody that know somebody

Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin'

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 fuckin' hate crime

Spit like I ate bombs - eminem on 8 mile

I'm a motherfuckin' man, scarface, facemob

Pockets lookin' like the blob, chips like cape cod

Bust your motherfuckin' egg till 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

We catch a body and we laugh about it

It's catastrophic but we glamorize it

It's agonizin' but it's gratifyin'

Skinny tires on a salad diet

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

Tunechi, and it's that sorry 4 the wait

And I'm so sorry for the wait