Lil Wayne — No Haters

[Intro: Skooly] London on da Track, bitch! [Verse: Lil Wayne] We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody!" Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I fuck 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 killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero fucks given I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin' She still come visit, she don't wan' leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said, "I get it," I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can suck 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 fuck around with them fuck-arounds Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it Uh, 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 nigga, grab his wallet Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it" Slime, you need to fuck 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 killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, 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 killed, that's my real day job I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch 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 agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh! 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 [Outro: Lil Wayne] Tunechi And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah