Gucci Mane - Sorry For The Wait lyrics

Ain't Nobody f**ing with me First degree murder, you can get your degree Motherf**er And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Real n***a sh**, p**y n***as gon hate Pound of the Kush call that b**h pound cake I hit it from the back And make that b**h about face And then I gotta split I'm sorry baby, sour grapes She wine, baby don't leave I duck that bullsh**, bob and weave Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping Leave your a** flatter than my new television I'm talking about money and the power Power and the money This sh** is magic Stan Van Gundy Ima run this sh** till I'm the last man runnin Mack light that sh**, then pa** that to me Young Money motherf**er yeah We the sh**, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis Don't love that b**h, I f**ed that ho She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe And I stink cause I got alot of sh** on my mind They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? I stand infront of the clock Cause I'm ahead of the time Knock your p**y a** off And send your head to your mom I ain't playing with n***as, 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 inbetween joy and pain And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Got high as a b**h and left my love on the ground Now ain't that about a b**h? It ain't never about a b**h Ill take your b**h and make her everybody b**h Backed up by a bunch of G a** n***as And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads n***a Eagle street where the real n***as hung Ima rep that sh** till Kingdom come Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts f**ing with me its blood, brains or guts f** yall 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, smoking on the strong Got a huge a** bong, swag off the hook You can't use that phone Stopped at the light and put my roof back on One time for the G's, the n***as got it lock'd The n***as with the keys, The n***as on the block The n***as on they P's and Q's Put your b**h a** on the evening news Jumping in the game better read the rules High as a b**h yeah that's me on the moon f** with me die soon, not late And I'm sorry for the motherf**ing wait Tunechi