No Haters

[Verse:]
We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I dont feel bad about it
Grindin is agonizing but its gratifying
Skinny tires - on a salad diet
I lost my mind, Im like fuck everybody
I lost my mind but I got extra copies
I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test the lying 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, thats a real deadline
Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch aint no stealin
She still come visit, she dont wanna 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
Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude
Then ooh baby you got my full attention
Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage
Open your nose, I put some sugar in it
I dont fuck around with them fuck arounds
I might fuck around and catch a body
I got some niggas thatll hunt ya down
And catch you slippin like you playin hockey
We catch a body, and we laugh about it
I fuck her friend, I dont feel bad about it
Money and drugs, Im talkin Math and Science
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
I got the hook up on them rocket launchers
I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it
Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it
I know somebody that know somebody
Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin
Its agonizing but its 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, thats a real deadline
You aint got no hitters in your squad
I could get you killed, thats my real day job
Imma crime of passion, Imma fuckin hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs
Eminem on 8 mile
Im a motherfuckin man
Scarface, face-mob
Pockets lookin like the Blob
Chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin egg till 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 gone throw em up and we gon give em hang time
I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time
Thats that James Brown, thats that James Bond
We catch a body and we laugh about it
Its catastrophic but we glamorize it
Its agonizin, but its 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, anatomic
Tunechi, and its that sorry for the wait
And Im so sorry for the wait