Lil’ Wayne – No Haters Lyrics

[Verse:]

We catch a body and we laugh about it

I fucked her friend, I don’t feel bad about it

Grindin’ is agonizing but it’s gratifying

Skinny tires – on a salad diet

I lost my mind, I’m 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, 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 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 don’t fuck around with them fuck arounds

I might fuck around and catch a body

I got some niggas that’ll 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 don’t feel bad about it

Money and drugs, I’m 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’

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

You ain’t got no hitters in your squad

I could get you killed, that’s my real day job

I’mma crime of passion, I’mma fuckin’ hate crime

Spit like I ate bombs

Eminem on 8 mile

I’m 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

That’s that James Brown, that’s that James Bond

We catch a body and we laugh about it

It’s catastrophic but we glamorize it

It’s agonizin’, but it’s 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 it’s that sorry for the wait

And I’m so sorry for the wait