Ooh yeah little Tunechi got it jumping like Jordan
These p**y a** n***as can't guard me
These rookie a** n***as still crawling
These looking a** n***as eye balling
These hooking a** b**hes eye balling
But I got a bad b**h at home cooking dinner
Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starving
These crooked a** cops still winning
Black man family still mourning
Black president ain't do nothing
We need a real n***a up in that office
Got the White House jumping like Jordan
Got the crack house jumping like Jordan
I want my new house bigger than Jordan's
With a backyard bigger than a forest
Like "ooh!" bedroom jumping like Jordan
Hoes at the door and they arguing
This dick a super star, they want stardom
My life like Bailey and Barnum's
These b**hes ain't got no manners
These n***as ain't got no standards
My b**h ain't got no love handles
Boy I'm clippin' that toe on that camel
I got b**hes that'll k** for me - Charles Manson
s** this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow
Ooh, chopper sitting on my lap like the mall Santa
n***a shoot you all in your gall bladder
Your pallbearers need pallbearers
I'm mixing weed like gumbo
I knock your head off - fumble
Homeboys be cutthroat
That sh** got me with a lump throat
But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley
Young Money was my best investment
Going harder than my predecessor
I don't break records, I sets the records
Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe
n***as stab me in the back, I owe 'em
Got a house in the hills
Now a n***a gotta deal with mountain lions and coyotes
See me? I keep that semi
And friendly? I can't be friendly
Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles
You look like Wendy's
House in the hills jumping like Jordan
I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties
Got a b**h over there, and a b**h over there
A young n***a starting to feel cornered
My LA house jumping like Jordan
My Miami house jumping like Jordan
Can't forget about my house in New Orleans
So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry
I want my new b**h titties enormous
With a backyard and a pretty garden
With a p**y more pink than an orchid
Young n***a gonna treat her like a florist
I got my side b**h feeling important
I got my main b**h feeling immortal
I got my ex b**h feeling insulted
'Cause wifey get money like Kimora
I got a fine b**h feeling exhausted
'Cause I'ma put this dick on her til tomorrow
I'ma pull up on a b**h in a Gallardo
Then I'ma take the top off like a barber
I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor
She's so down with this New World Order
f** the sh** out her in a sauna
Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton
Got a goon named Fernando
At the front door of your condo
Knock knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho
Bad b**h with a nice throat
She ice cold and she like hoes
Ooh, she just my type
These other hoes just typos
Young n***a coming back like Jordan
So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry
Yeah, a n***a had to go back to the stash
But a n***a stash like James Harden
Young n***a drank lean like water
Young n***a smoke weed like Marley
Young n***a on the moon like Warren
Young n***a on this sh** like Charmin
Ooh my b**h got a rack, Dolly Parton
f** her all night long to some Marvin
Fall asleep in the p**y good lawdy
Woke up in a new Bugatti, good morning
Young n***a got guns, good luck
Nina Ross say "Me so horny"
Lil Tunechi at the top its so lonely
Got fat pockets, never bony
I'm with a model b**h she so bony
I done shook sh** up, its so foamy
I just cooked this up its still hot
You could still smell the kitchen on me
n***a I have your homies singing, damn I miss my homie
I got a mountain of weed
I got a mountain of cash
I got mountains like Wyoming
I got a bad b**h and she foreign
She always mad with me, I'm sorry
She say damn why you can't call me
'Cause they be taxing for that roaming
She a tan b**h, she orange
I can't stand a snitching informant
n***as cook crack on a Foreman
While y'all boys was still sparring, uhh
This that Sorry for the Wait 2
Tell the dead homies you pray to you're on your way too
That the truth is hard to swallow, you got fake juice
Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh
Got the gas out shooting like Jordan
I put your homeboy face on a t-shirt
And put your own face on a milk carton
Busy, I've been so busy
Ain't even got time for quickies
That's why my b**h been so b**hy
I'm outchea tryin' to get me
I'm coming back out jumping like Jordan
I'm so sorry for the wait, I'm tardy
I wrote a letter to my competition
It started off with: Dearly Departed
Hippie, I be so trippy
Give her p**y a hicky
I hope she ain't strictly dickly
So we can menage to Nicki, oohh