(London on da track, b**h)
[Verse]
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I f**ed her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grinding is agonizing but it's gratifying (yeah)
Skinny tires, on a salad diet
Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "f** everybody"
Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies
Yeah, I f** so long it feel like exercising
I'll test a lion before testifying
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job
I could get you k**ed, it just take a head nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero f**s given
I make her come to the condo bu*t-naked
Cause, b**h, 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 c**aine on me for the b**hes
And this AK is not for decoration
f**boys give me the heebie-jeebies
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
Hey, if she can s** a dick and snort a Quaalude
Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage
Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it
I don't f** around with them f**arounds
I might f** around and catch a body
I got some n***as that'll hunt you down
And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
Woo
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I f** her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Money and Drugs, I'm talkin Math and Science
Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet
Chopper leave you with a half a body
Make sure he dead
Before we leave, my n***a, grab his wallet
Ooh
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama "f** with me, you know I got it"
Slim, you need to f** with me, you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look
Traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying
It's agonizing, but it's gratifying
Squad
I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job
I could get you k**ed, 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 k**ed, that's my real day job
I'm a crime of pa**ion, I'm a f**in hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 mile
I'm the motherf**in' man
Scarface, Facemob
Pockets lookin like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherf**in egg til I see egg nog
My bougie b**h ratchet, my ratchet b**h 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, ooh
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