Lil Wayne – No Haters Lyrics

No Haters

Lil Wayne

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"No Haters." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 12:23 am

Album: Sorry 4 the Wait 2

Track No: 10

We catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
Grindin', it's agonizin' but it's gratifyin'
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 exercisin'
I test a lion before testifyin'
All I got is hitters in my squad
I could get you killed, all my **** 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 leavin' 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
I might fuck around and catch a body
Yeah, I got some **** that'll hunt you down
Yeah, and catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey
Woo, we catch a body and we laugh about it
I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it
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 ****, grab his wallet
Ooh, 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 dyin', we still trap-or-dyin'
It's agonizin' but it's gratifyin'
Squad, I could get you killed, all my **** 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 fuckin' hate crime
Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8-Mile
I'm the motherfuckin' man, Scarface, Facemob
Pockets lookin' like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod
Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see eggnog
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 agonizin' but it's gratifyin'
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
And it's that sorry for the wait
And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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