Lil Wayne - Sh!t (Lyrics)

 [Intro]

I'm so sorry, so sorry

This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

[Hook]

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas

Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga

Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa

My choppa go doom dada thahehahehahehahya

[Verse 1]

Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too legit

I sleep on a crucifix

I wake up crank and turn into a lunatic

Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits

Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to kill

These pussy niggas shooting bricks

I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir

She wanna get it off her chest, but her boobs too big

I'm bumping Carter 5 on a iPod

My bitch mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet

She said soon as these niggas hear your new shit

They going have to give they styles back

I said "you too cray", she said "you too humble"

I said "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"

Then I asked her do she go both ways

She say "they do say love is a two way street"

I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me

Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes

Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet

Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees

I'm just serving these fiends

Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees

Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams

I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink

Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard what you see

I'm a verbal disease, I'm allergic to me

Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets

Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease

That bitch you in love with, she working for me

I personally get you murdered this week

Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word

I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street smart

I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm unique

Did my time in Cash Money, time served and released

But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets

But that shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek

I'm just focused, focused on my expertise

They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"

Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me breathe

Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya fleas

Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves

I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heard

You a dead parakeet

It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch

I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse

We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for this

Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus

We at the top of the world, she like the view and shit

From up here everybody look the puniest

The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord

I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out

Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks

These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon

So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne

Looking up at the skyline

I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime

And motherfuck you if you fight crime

I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran

We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a python

These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways

That's because they on the sideline, but they never try mine

Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai

But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"

Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit

And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"