U Guessed It

Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, was busy

Racing Ferraris with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta

You know I always come in second place

You hating, it's written all over your fuckin'

Bitch you jealous, and I was right, yeah

Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like

Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, apologetic

Bitch you jealous

Now give us our cash and our credit

Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco

My Nina sing soprano, so we gon' leave on a high note

Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco

Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne

Make him change his name to John Doe

It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch

If I'm falling it's bottomless, if I'm tripping it's a power trip

Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates

And with that said I climb the fence

My other bitches gotta ride the bench

And with that said - bitch you jealous

I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers

[I think I should headline Coachella

My woman a queen like Coretta

And nigga you sleep with the devil

I couldn't be Junior forever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers

But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered

Got too many pistols, too many issues

Too many mistakes, too many miscues

Only made me better, it turned me into

The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved

I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue

Suit yourself because this suit is a rental

Now the snow is just coming in

Like I broke a window to an igloo

Slow a bitch down like un momento

I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized

I'd rather get used by a cutie pie

If she ain't fucking it's Uber time

I rather be advised than supervised

You do the math, we do the numbers

We pour champagne and expensive wine

In water guns, and shoot each other, uh

I get high, meditate like a monk

Preposterous when I get drunk

And my goons is wilder than Gronk

My do's is as bad as my don'ts

Met a kinda cute bitch with a donk

As long as the bitch got a donk

And I smell like; pussy, money, and weed

She said "ooh, I like your cologne!"

The last niggas tested us flunk

So please study hard, study long

Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone

And text you to please hurry home

And the rain drops turn into blood

Look like you just come in from a storm

And if all pussies come with walls

I hope you run into your own

Nigga I come with that heroin flow

I come with that never before

My CMB days are dead

I ain't worried bout ghost

I married the MOB, we divorced

And all that shit dead with out me of course

It's nothing; a zombie, a corpse

You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch

Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes nigga

I'm Sorry for the fucking wait

Was busy, searching my calender for better days

I found 'em - you either turn the page, or tear the page

Y. M., Young Money, never age