Sh!t lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo
This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry

[Hook]
Uh
Sorry for the wait, n*gga
Glock 40 for them fake n*ggas
Throw a party every day, n*gga
That's an ordinary day, n*gga
Bad b*tch in mi casa
No mi casa su casa
My choppa go Doom-dada
Dayahyahyahda!

[Verse]
Tunechi, b*tch
On my Future sh*t
I'm too legit
I sleep on a crucifix
I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my b*tch
Behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip
I need another Uzi clip
I shoot to kill
These pus*y n*ggas 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 b*tch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
She said "Soon as these n*ggas hear your new sh*t
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 di*k 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 b*tch 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 sh*t is old news
That sh*t'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 c*ck 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, b*tch
Your b*tch Tunechi's b*tch
I f*ck her on my balcony
We watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual sh*t
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 sh*t
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 n*gga right now
I'll put a n*gga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box
With holes in his body like socks
These n*ggas softer than
These n*ggas 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 f*ckin' self
"You only live twice, slime"
And motherf*ck 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 n*ggas looking at me
These n*ggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline
But they never tried mine
Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide
While my b*tch 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 sh*t
'Cause you the sh*t
And we know Tha Carter V the sh*t"
Woah
Woo
[Hook]
But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, n*gga
Glock 40 for them fake n*ggas
Throw a party every day, n*gga
That's an ordinary day, n*gga
Bad b*tch 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
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