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Yeah, Dedication 6, of course Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too Young Angel, Young Lion More Life, no dyin' Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes My nigga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold He should own half of the label, shit outta control Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone I need some ownership if we pressin' go 'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve We gon' have to break the billi' curse I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge Fuck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood? Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, nigga That's truth, no boost, nigga But this isn't all about callin' truce I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse That shit could get re-introduced If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, nigga Inspirin' to the youth New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush Wait, we all in the same suit I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, nigga My karma makin' the news, nigga This pudding taste like the proof, nigga If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas Much as we do, nigga, for real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Six shit I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin' I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon Your bitch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye I put the dick in her spine, I fucked the bitch in her prime Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms I flipped the bird at the Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that bitch Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the heck out that shit And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit Tunechi F 'round this bitch The best thing left 'round this bitch All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this bitch Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama shit I come direct with my shit, I come correct with my shit A blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face You playin' wit the right one today Your flag is a white one today You wearin' em tight ones today Check me or write one today You playin' with fire today The Angel and Lion are greats Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? All this motherfuckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae I got three sons of a gun, them niggas keep me on safe Hol' up, I am the black god to the church I am the fat boy to dessert I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing" I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean I'm high in the sky and I twinkle The eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em Keep the iron for the wrinkles

The mansion came with the sprinklers I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playin' yourselves, damn That's some six shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a belt It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself That's some six shit26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Soulja Boy on the beat Ayy! My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! Lay on the bed, open that twat I French kiss that pussy, like muah Sit on my face, M-U-A-H Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK Down here waiting for her to come like payday Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already She say "Tunechi go slower" and Tunechi went faster My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion I give her wood when he wouldn't? I hope that pussy tastes like pudding And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (Tunechi) Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! Lay on that bed, open your mouth This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Shit she probably out here fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends Now her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night

So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right I text her back, and tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back She hate it when I do that shit And when I get home she go through my shit She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight Now she got on her fuck 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your- If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single If you're single tonight28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Work out, yeah I'm in this bitch Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch But now I’m in this bitch Yeah, I'm in this bitch Tunechi, you a genius Looked in the mirror said "Don't let the money come between us" I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble

Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em I never turn my back on ’em ’Cause nigga act like they cool with ya But a lot of these niggas be transformers A lot of these players be bench-warmers The game ain't easy, but it’s fair, nigga I'mma sit in this throne so long 'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don’t stress out" But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though She said, "Let that shit work itself out" "Let that shit work itself out" C5 Yeah, back in this bitch Tune you left this bitch Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Cita, you a psychic 'Cause you said there be days like this They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip It'll be on in a heartbeat You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip I fear God, never fear men Give back, never give in Beat odds, never beat women Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it Reach highs, never reach limits Need minds, I don't need plenty This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight I almost asked her to creep with me But I was young, and I held my tongue But with that tongue, I just keep spitting So it all worked out And now I'm in this bitch And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long" I never change, you know I been this bitch And then she said, "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out, let it all work out" Tunechi, you a monster Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin' It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing" I tried, compromising and went kamikaze I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it I cry, put it to my head and thought about it Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying God came to my side and we talked about it He sold me another life and he made a prophet Yeah, and he said "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" (I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" (Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" Let it all work out (Phew) "Let it all work out" (But he said, "Remember this:") "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out" ("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch") "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" ("And don't forget what I did this, bitch") "Let it all work out" ("Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch") "Let it all—" "Let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out" ("Now I'm out this bitch") "Let it all work out" ("I'm out this bitch") "Let it all—" ("And it all worked out") Love you, Dwayne22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Oh yes I love her like... Oh yes I love her, like Egyptian Want a description? Her body's sickenin' I can be her prescription I can be her physician Sexual healing I can be her religion And now she's kneeling Praying to the ceiling I bless her As if she sneezed Must be the weather I dress her I am her sleeves I am her feathers She's fly, flyer than you Flyer than me I love her, she loves me too I love her three – Times more than her mom Time will tell that I'm the nigga that She should We should Be wherever she wanna be On a late night, midday, A,M Just say when And I know I be with cavemen But nevermind them She's Poison and I am Michael Bivins See I know that y'all don't hear me But she does We does What grown folk do When they had too much to drink, and I think We done had to much to drink, and Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed Oh yes, I love her like I oughta I see you at the altar Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter Or son More than one Maybe Five, like the Jacksons Or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion And daddy will be home Later on Smellin' like the cologne That I put on This morn' And I hope That you smell like woman's soap And shampoo, and lotion, and perfume, and candles And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal Yes, I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweatin' out a fever Wow Leave her To me and she'll be smiling Every single time you see her From ear-to-ear I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated Panties are debated Einstein; her head is the greatest Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed Oh yes I love her like her dad told her No man Would ever love her Oh, and I better be the only man Stickin' it Lickin' it like an envelope Mailin' it, sealin' it, read it I have written down Victoria's Secret Don't tell nobody Don't share your body with nobody Not even a finger I will cut it off and let him keep it That ass for Weezy, baby And at my station We have sex orientation When I hit it she squint like them Orient Asians I do me I say, "Hey Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty Roll, like sushi"

I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese "Ahs", "Ooh-wees" "Voilas", "Tah-das" "Mhmms", "Uhh-huhs" "Oh-yeahs", never "Oh-nos" Until I have to go And then it's: "Never! Oh, no" I tell her, "Don't cry I be back like the electric bill" And when she's butt-naked, she's dressed to kill37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship Call out the spirits in my basement Crawl out the center of the snake pit And fall into the middle of her greatness Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers But take her for a walk on the moon she wear her slippers The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it The sky is falling down, I am falling for her quicker We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma High above the ground but I'm under her charisma Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipse is eclipsin’ My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription We out of this world, baby, we have been evicted Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Open up the curtains Window-watchin', people killin', robbin’ The sky is fallin’, fallin' down I turn into news, and this is the apocalypse People livin’ on their rocket ships My mama always told me that there would be no stoppin' this Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room Of I and you Tell me, will I see you soon? Meet you on the moon? Intergalactic love The sky is falling, falling down I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you On the dark side of the moon I'll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon And if you happen to get there before me Leave a message in the dust just for me If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intergalactical love The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love And I'll be waiting for you (for you, for you) On the dark side of the moon Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My niggas been stuntin' since way back when CNN, I got news for you haters I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch, I ain't lying 69, that's a favor for a favor Them hoes bitin' they lip, cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding my lawyer fight the case I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase Monsters in my closet no more closet space Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park Every little thing I do turn her on; that's autostart I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art I'm way too high, her skirt too short, I think I love her, it was just a thought

I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you" And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day, my nigga Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga And if you lookin' for me, I'll be on these bitches' mind These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin' Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her Like bae, I'm straight, there's plenty fish and I'm bait We can't even have a decent conversation I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away" Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late All this fucking gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8 She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes. We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate This that Dedication 5, whattup 5? Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man! Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it Anything we'll do for the paper And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!) This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!) This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!) That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!) My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!) We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!) We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!) I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!) Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!) I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!) Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin I'm talking slow singing, flower bringing Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!) The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Get lifted) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted) Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha) I am sittin' on the clouds I got smoke coming from my seat I can play basketball with the moon I got the whole world at my feet Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats Get high, so high That I feel like lying Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha) Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine Pop, pop I feel like flying Then I feel like frying Then (I feel like dying) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!) I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars I have just boarded a plane without a pilot And violets are blue, roses are red Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead Wish I could give you this feeling I feel like buying And if my dealer don't have no more Then (I feel like dying) yeah Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Remix We fall asleep naked, we wake up naked You know what that means, pussy for breakfast And I know how she likes it, I'm a psychic I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that "itis" And she be by herself she a loner Trukfit, I'm the owner I make her moan, call her Mona I'd have a threesome if they cloned her And me I'm purple kush forever I'm purple drank forever That dick make her feel retarded She say I make her feel special When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes Ever since you put that pussy on me I told her put that pussy on me right And I'mma change your life And don't sit on top of this dick if you're scared of heights And shawty be like This pussy for you I ask her is it true? And she say like a horseshoe She got that nigga name covered that's a war wound She lay me on my back and ride this dick like "vroom" Then I turn on the lights, yeah And look in her eyes Girl that pussy too tight You need a pussy massage She got a body like a mermaid She a plus, first aid They ask me what’s her race and I say first place Tunechi Tell her I skate And shawty down to earth but bitch I need my space And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day She say cum anywhere you want, I give her Santa Clause face We gon' turn up tonight That pussy feel new But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island And now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist I wish we were both single like a couple dollars And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus So we eat each other up, like some Somalians She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand Whenever we together she don't ever ask about her She just be like This pussy for you I say come and eat this bone and stop eating dog food And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom Then I turn on the lights, yeah Then look in her eyes Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus, first aid I put her in her place and that's first place Tunechi Tell her I skate I ain't got no worries, no Frank Ocean I'm straight Tunechi, tell 'em I'm straight Tunechi Haaa12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shout to Chi-Town! Dedication 5! Since '05! Know that! You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass with your fine ass You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask You the best dressed with your breasts showing

Like a salad, no dressing, take you to your favorite restaurant Ask for the bread, then fuck in the restroom They don't ask for a pass when your ass waltz in my dress room You the best bride and I'm the best groom Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom And I'ma buy a summer house, with a rec room And a car with no backseat and some leg room And some strawberries and some chocolate And a fridge and some broccoli 'Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy, coffee Brown as the bosom I flew in on Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait, it wasn't Oh, and I forgot, I'll take a microwave or oven So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin Maybe bake a dozen My homeboy like your sister, maybe they can bake some cousins Ooh, isn't that sweet? You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you Give you the world if it was for me My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it Sorry, my mind in the gutter—better yet, sewer And when you say I love you, I stutter, "I-I love you too" It's Wayne's world, she say, "What is this world coming to?" And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other Then she got serious and said, "Tune I gotta ask you something Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject So I said some crazy shit to her like "What if you and I were just letters? That'd be unfortunate, we'd have to rob a fortune teller But I swear, I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie You remind me of... my memory ain't what it used to be" She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet And when she figure out that she been swindled I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window I-I love you too... This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you This is not a love song, this is a you song I just happen to love you I mean how many times How many times I gotta How many times I gotta say it for it to count? Are you counting? I loved the pictures I needed that, I swear I did I was just thinking about you when you sent them too You don't believe me? I know D5, what up 5? I-I love you too...I do59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse So on to soundboydem Pussy'ole gyaldem Nah Kyuh! O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (A Dedication!) Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl She tryna jerk me (Young Money)

Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl She tryna jerk me (Young Money) Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake All you niggas want some Nic' cake If you eat ass, I got a thick plate Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy? I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches? 'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke So all you niggas—fuck you; all you niggas choke 'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word F—Fuck your Lambo, f—fuck your Murc' I got more money i—in in my fucking purse C—Court side, you in the C Section I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section In Malibu I'm by the sea section And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney You lazy bitches is fucking up the econ'my Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna jerk me Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums Cuh when time it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound The bugle has blown fi many times And it still have one more time left Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus I do some bad bitches on my private jet If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch" Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science" Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98 Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh! Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup) I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna jerk me (Haha, yeah) Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch), your chick she so thirsty I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna jerk me (Ho) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup) And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Fuck them hoes, nigga) And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup) Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup) Believe, believe (Lean, we the shit) Believe, believe (Lean, syrup) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' And a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby)

And a gnashin' of teeth It is a—when it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my niggas on the island) Believe, believe Believe, believe (One)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I ain't lookin' back, nigga I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my drawers but I nail your bitch Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon' bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain't shit but bitches and money I pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea Motherfucker it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I'll have a broke motherfucker run in your home For a crumb and a bone And put — One in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itching, nigga I don't like to dream about gettin' paid You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don't suck dick I don't give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt Nutty Professor I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, nigga Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga One bitch in the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone is in front of your home She 'bout to run in your home and put — One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it Empty stomach, full clip I'm gon' get it, gon' get it My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' My trigger finger itchin' Nigga Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh 'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death What you talkin', I came out a coffin Yeah

I just can't see myself Living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double-R 'Cause I went from rags to riches And these niggas nag like bitches Actin' like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician I am-munition Call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc With your son in your arms I'll put — One in your dome Tunechi21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly until you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended Pause, like a red light, I’m dead right Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights? They say you don’t know what you’re doing 'til you stop doing it Well, call me clueless 'cause I do this Attention all shooters: I’m a shooting star Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back, man, I’ll see what I find tomorrow Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain't for "Flaw" Uh, uh Yep, yep Yep, yep It's like I have it all, but I don't have to worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney If you sleeping on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin' I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah Now what we doin' with it? Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwin' with it Some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice I'm a gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser And don't call me "Sir," call me "Survivor" Uh, yeah Uh, haha And they go "yep, yep" Yep, yep Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin' I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin' I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail And I fuck up any track: train derail Know how to roll, never need training wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uh, all or nothing or nothing else I bleed reality, I should cut myself Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth And the "F" is for "Fuck yourself" Uhh, yeah And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ah-em

Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it I just hope I die for a reason They probably won't miss me ’til they need me Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit Way too concerned to be conceited I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord Die tryna reach 'em They care more about how much I leave than Where I leave it I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord Just got off the phone with my son Told him, "You're a son of a gun" Just got off the phone with my daughter Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected My old bitch was too disrespectful And only get my new bitch respected That’s power, yes, it's now or next Can’t lie though, I tried though I'll die tryin', that's a common death We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath Now they try to tell me I need rest And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? Dear Life What is my meaning? My reason? Naked bitches really love ones Sometimes our loved ones don't love us I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy" Even though I make it look easy But understand looks are deceiving Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance 'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it Feel like a anchor tied to my finger Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real I hope it gave you chills The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em Ice bath when my face numb, no expression What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive Don't get too high to look over blessings Never come in second, make the most of your seconds They so precious" 'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter Dear Life What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason? That's the question You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that.17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you

She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi But that's neither here nor there, she been contemplatin' short hair She said she tryna be different but she just like the rest of these bitches But that's neither here nor there, and my dick is her chair It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software Got so many hoes I'm hoeing, but she the only one worth knowing And yeah, I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in I ain't tripping, but she be tripping They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffing Look, girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em? I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up I just wanted some time, she say, "Okay I'm your honor" But she been wanting to break up since Dolce and Gabbana All that ass I just be like, "Come sit your groceries on my counter" I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana I dying to meet her girl, but she want me to meet her momma Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9 The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine, Tunechi! Now, I know the only compass that I need I'm putting my hat back on Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you I got that shit in my system Somebody gonna be my victim Eh, so where you at with it? 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need a ass-sistant I got that good-good, that get right That early morning, that midnight I beat it up like a fist fight, one, two, three, four, five, 6-9 That dick all in your windpipe, some of her friends I dislike Some of your friends, they alright, sometimes I think y'all all dykes But fuck all that, I'm on one, don't wanna be with the wrong one That cold head, that warm tongue, my third leg run marathons I feel you like I'm blind, girl, can't you see? It's meant to be So come to me, then come for me, my game cold, one degree I'm rolling with two bad bitches 'cause misery loves company One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps No red lights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi "Now, I know the only compass that I need" I'm putting my glasses back on "Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you" Should I call somebody else? 'Cause, girl, it's almost twelve and this dick won't suck itself Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day If you said you on your way, eh, eh Should I call somebody else? Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day I just hope you know the way And she said "Now, I know the only compass that I need" I'm putting you back on "Is the one that leads back to you Now, I know the only compass that I need Is the one that leads back to you" You need to get to me baby But you already got to me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ayy Ayy (yeah) Hey (yeah) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino) When I get up all in ya (yeah) We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang (Deezle on the beat) I make it say Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) I make ya say

Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop, haha She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha Cause her uniform fit her so tight She read me my rights She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights She said I have the right, to remain silent Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss And she know I get high, a-bove the law And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets And all she want me to do is fuck the police Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) We can see the sunrise before us (umm) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say Haha, and after we got done I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911" Hah, emergency only Head doctor perform surgery on me Yeah, and now I'm healed I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels Then I beat it like a cop Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop Hahah! Beat it like a cop Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop" But I ain't tryna be violent But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless Mrs. Officer I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh? (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster I'm wanted by every lady cop all over That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over" She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off All you heard over the dispatcher is... (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee) When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift Cause it's on tonight Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head And I can't wait to get it on I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Faded off the kush, I'm gone Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies

Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary Whoa, nigga, die slow, nigga For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga Unload, nigga, reload, nigga Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger Yeah, and all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner Everyday, I go so hard and work my ass off I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball It's Carter IV Yeah! Ugh! I'm going back in, man Yeah We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it? That AK sleep on the side of my bed That's one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass like a tampon Uptown shit, wet the whole party Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey The heater I'ma tuck her, Tuck-er like De-lores That's my word, word like the-saurus I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord Fear nobody, but God almighty Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me Forget the bullshit and remember me23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yessir! They can't stop me Even if they stopped me... Hahahah, yeah I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it I'm so on it, and however you want it You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho I get the beat from (Maestro), fuckin' right, ho! I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up What! What! I don't give a motherfuck Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit Get on my level? You can't get on my level You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever However, I'm better, if not now, then never Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler I control hip-hop, and I'ma keep it on my channel Watch me! Bitch, watch me! Bitch, watch me! But they cannot-see me, like Hitler It's the New Orleans nightmare Money so old, it's growing white hair Young Money, baby! Yeah, we right here I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his I got her out the hood and put her in the hills, yeah When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, we did exactly what I said I tell my girl, "When you fuck me, better fuck me good 'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good" No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it Yeah, I got game like Stuart

Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin' But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin' Me! You watch me! You watch me! 'Cause I be Weezy, must-see TV, C3 Nigga, that's me, and I'm me I'm me, times three So retreat, or suffer defeat I'm back, 3-Peat! C3!36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Yeah ho!) I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law (Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk (Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk (Yeah ho!) Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law (Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk (Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk (Yeah ho!) And there's no talking back when my gun talk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk Yeah, see me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk Uh, fuck that nigga, ho-ass nigga Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga? Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga I walk around with this shotgun And this bitch bigger than me, nigga Don't open up your fuckin' mouth 'Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth, nigga Shoot 'em up then leave, nigga, I smell Summer's Eve, nigga We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And there's no talkin' back, when my gun talk Keep that ho shit over there (Yeah ho!) And we don't shoot in the air I can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas gummy bears Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that motherfucker's hair It's like, man, you can't trust nobody I don't even have a trust fund Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga Don't duck, nigga, 'cause I duck hunt Bitch, rock with me, that Glock with me That chopper with me, obviously I'mma empty this motherfucker That's fifty shots, approximately Now fuck with me, get fucked over Emergency room, rushed over Hollow tips, in the clip My gun loaded, yours sober I pull your card like a lawn mower Fall back or I'm goin' forward I see you got your gun drawn I'll send you back to the drawin' board Lil Tunechi See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk You don't talk back, when I cock back That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk Yeah! Walking 'round this motherfucker limpin' 'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's On the molly and I'm twisted, throw your body with the fishes Double back around that corner and embodyin' the witness Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive-by's and walk-up's Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star-struck I don't fuck with lame niggas, I got good aim, nigga Pop a pill, pop you, my nickname is Pain Killer I'm still that same nigga; Eastside, I rep that Pussy niggas better get right, or where I see you, you get left at Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk Gudda I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And it's no talkin' back when it go off You speechless, you speechless I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law You speechless, you speechless See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk You speechless, you speechless I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk You speechless, you speechless - when I cock back See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ahem Weezy F Young Money, Cash Money This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen And you know me Let's go You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis Self-made G, and them bitches know the business Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention You looking for divine and a lil' intervention And them birds don't fly without my permission I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit ‘Cause the sky is the limit The sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!) Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free" And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap" 'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah My flow is art — unique, yeah My flow can part a sea The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat" By any means, and you just sardines I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans The majority of my city is riders They tried to make a brand-new map without us But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses Haha, now that's fucked up And I'm a G

And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see I know my whole city is depending on me And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing 'Cause the sky is the limit Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit The sky is the limit If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You know I've been talkin shit for a generation now 'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up Y'know? Move on to other endeavors Who's ready to take the torch? Somebody? Anybody? Haven't I taught you everything? When this shit dropped, I was like 16 Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed For my last 50 dollars that I had left over Five dollars and they pop a nigga in his left shoulder Minimum wage, $5.15 13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh Actually that was my mama shit But I’m drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip That's why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely Uh, I know the game, I’m an expert Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work? Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone And I ain't fuck yet 'cause her mama always home God damn, L-Lord have mercy Please God, don’t let this little broad have herpes My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Gold medals if we gave hoes medals No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos But we was only kiddos Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of Skittle Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle Tryna get to Diddy cause I murder instrumentals This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz-in' Ya borin’, I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen That's why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger My team major, we party like teenagers I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger I fucking ran outta breath, heh Team major, we party like teenagers I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger Cole Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't even like this beat but fuck it I'ma only spit a few bars 'cause I don't like this beat, let's go Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods They say I’m old school, but I dropped out Drop ya body off, at a cop's house They throwin' up them bricks, you better box out My niggas got enough white to build Barack house I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein .44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans New pussy, new money, New Orleans 50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, re-use it, uh I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples, uh I’m bout to go banana puddin’, hehe You a dyke 'cause your man a pussy Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock

Never bite the hand that feeds you Always watch the hand that’s cookin' Tunechi Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho Shout out Cole, you already know what it is Cole World, Wayne’s World We in this bitch ho Special delivery at your front door Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> On God, Dedication 6 On God, Dedication 6 On God, yeah 25 million on a nice big ol' mansion And, bitch, I still haven't invited your family When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket 25 million on a mansion, so precious Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes That exorcist told me my wifey possessive Adderall just so we can go restless We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast No confessions, no questions, we both professionals Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian You bought a car for the bitch I buy the narcs for the bitch You buy apartments and shit It's nice, I just walked in this bitch You buy the art for the bitch Y'all argue too often and shit You always startin' some shit That should come off of the bench Shout out my homies I miss Nino and Tony and Mitch This ain't no cordial shit She wan' come snort all this shit She wan' go hard with a bitch She know what happens today She know we always forget And she just posted the shit And he just saw his lil bitch Tell him I want him to trip Tell him my guns gettin' skinny Tell him they're starvin' for this Give me the check, give me the throne My hair is a minute too long My bitch look like Vivica-Berry Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone I made my bitch go get a clone Fuck 'em together and then on they own When they catch feelings, I’m gone I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup The shit made me drift in the coupe As long as I get to the stu' Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick Pull up on your bitch, you just called your bitch Got that "Who is this?" She don't know you exist She on her Mula shit, that's that truer shit Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick Nigga, fuck you, and fuck who you with Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty fixed Wait, I just popped a Perc, another for dessert I washed it down with syrup I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk I pop a Perc, I'm trippy, call me Perc Nowitzki Just call her Lewinsky; blurry, blurry vision Blrrp— "Hello, who is this?" I just hit the line I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime She taller, but it's fine, together we 6-9 I hit her other line, he like, "What other line?" She like, "Never mind," and she can tell a lie And I can tell she's lyin', that's no lie That's my awesome lil bitch Got me a saucy lil bitch Got me a bossy lil bitch Left her for a bossier bitch It cost me a arm and a dick I got me a naughtier bitch She suck on the balls and the stick I'm about to play golf with the bitch I'm way on Mars with the bitch She fuckin' with Martians and shit You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit And yeah, your bitch gettin' trippy with me Want a quickie with me Say she wish that I had Nicki with me Say she'd lick her with me Wish you wish I had my nigga with me Bitch, you washy-wishy, y'all can't trick me She said "God, forgive me"

I say "Nah, I'm busy" I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts Plus a main account, with insane amounts That's somethin' to think about Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out Plus my main in town, and she came around Said they ain't her style 25 million on a nice big ol' mansion And bitch, I still haven't invited your family When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket 25 million on a mansion, so precious Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes That exorcist told me my wifey possessive Adderall just so we can go restless We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast No confessions, no questions, we both professionals Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians (Err!) Six shit, on God Dedication 6 on God Dedication 6 on God That's some sick shit Oh Lord Dedication 6 oh Lord Dedication 6 oh Lord Yes Lord Dedication 6 yes Lord Dedication 6 yes Lord21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tunechi Barbie Young Money I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches Man, I feel just like a gang-star Cover up my face like a ninja In this Alexander Wang scarf I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up And then they gon' let them things off I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle But my niggas let it bang off Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live? Me and Weezy in LIV When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar You was tryin' too hard I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though Me and Tunechi winnin' though Slimes out here twinnin' though I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit These bitches pussy though Pushed them out my pussy though Niggas want my cookie though 'Cause it taste like cookie dough Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak Niggas don't mean my race when they say "She blacked" I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep' I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone I'm gone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah Pop some X with my exotic dancer She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Honda Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass Make her do the jumpman, ayy I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan Now she butter pecan

Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa, an Eggo in the toaster A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don't know how I woke up 'Cause I was in a coma, but now I'm in the moment Wearing high socks on the front porch Two cups with the mud flowin' The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it I cried tears of fuckin' joy LVs on my luggage, boy Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin' I pull up with my skaters Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' boards Sharp shooters like pool sharks Shoot you down in the Walmart Shoot you down in the parkin' lot Shoot you down in the food court Hit your crib in the Steamboat Then disappear on the speedboat Act a jackass like Steve-O Then disappear like Neo Leave a red flag on your screen door Leave a red flag around your queen's throat Leave a blood stain on your mink floor Like a red stain on clean snow That money gang, 500 gang on that money train And we walkin' around with bloody fangs Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came When my youngest came, that's your mother's name Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains Sugarcane get took to Spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came And the Nina came, and her sister came And what's her name, it’ll go Buka Bang You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion Got 'em feelin' like they five star Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient Man, I feel just like a doctor Pop some X with my exotic dancer She start cryin' and said her job hard Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car Switch her, put her in Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber That's some sick shit18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? I bring it to your front door like you ordered me Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine The shit I do, most doers never done I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch 'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch" I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by I done fucked your bitch a hundred times What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick I call her "dickhead," spicy like a Big Red Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam No Ceilings, R.I.P., amen Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended Riding high like I'm on 54 inches Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches

And I be like, "Let's get more bitches" Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh I—I—I do me; no, I do three At a T... I-M-E Why, when we say we Young Mula The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us And payday comes sooner than later 'round here And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here Hey, you better stop the hate around there Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah You see it in my face, I don’t care Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at Huh, had to pause for a minute Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving And I been here, but my soul is just arriving Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing Medication free, and for meditation, we Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying I can do whatever if I'm planning that So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at? Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me Hahaha! No—No Ceilings37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Uhh Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Find out where your parents stay Tell my goons to go straight to your momma room What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook? We think the Bible's a comic book Bitch this Hollygrove, too far from Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood I got cocaine that's so good, need a name? Call it "Milk" Because milk does the body good I got this heat on my waist So somebody better monitor the thermometer I just eat pussy and pussy-ass niggas all day And I ain't even kinda full Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Woo! I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills Show me your tits I'll show you my weapon and grill and heaven is real I get an actress into my bedroom She lay down and say "Let's make a film" I be like "Action," I hold her head down by her neck This how breathtaking feel Family first, you'll get your family killed, that's if you squeal Pop-pop, close range, hold that gun Like the photographer hold the camera still Bad bitch riding my dick She swerve 'cause another bitch grabbing the wheel I ask 'em to chill, they both look at me, say "Shut up" I say "My lips are sealed..." Oooh! I come from Hollygrove, I done went Hollywood I was a match made in Heaven When Hell was a pile of wood

I run through Hell with gasoline drawers on Stop, tell the Devil that God is good Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure Vagina connoisseur out the hood I come from Hollygrove, every day Halloween We shoot your block up and just say we shot a scene This is a robbery, I let the chopper squeeze Turn you to cottage cheese Been on my beast since I was wearing Wallabees Where paparazzi? I need my privacy Fuck your photography, I react violently Make sure your camera get my good side of me, Lord! I come from Hollygrove Hollywood should make a movie 'bout Hollygrove Woo! Whoever play me Should get a Oscar and a Golden Globe This ain’t no movie, this is real shit I don’t need a script 'cause I know my role My Hollywood bitch just overdosed All she could snort, more coke than Pinocchio I come from the streets But got "superstar" written all over my face That’s why these hoes in my face I come from Hollygrove I moved to Hollywood just to Californicate Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop I ain't finished shooting, tell 'em don’t check the gate Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Fall asleep to the gunshots Wake up and smell the embalming fluid I come from Hollygrove, my bitch from Hollywood When I fuck her she say “Hallelujah!” Hollygrove too far from Hollywood Ohh, but I done went Hollywood Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town We used to drive back and forth with the work praying "Lord please don’t let this car break down" Hahahaha H-Town! Lord, I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town Hollygrove to Houston Got a bad 5th Ward bitch that be boostin' Sometimes she doze off, that’s the lean, I excuse it She said “If it ain’t ch-chopped and screwed, it ain’t music" She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's Sometimes I doze off, that’s the lean, I'm just snoozin' I still got Actavis, nigga, that's exclusive Kill you for a pint, that’s a PT Cruiser I see way too many hoes in my future I'm gon' nail all them hoes, I'm Freddy Krueger Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor Pimp Squad for life, had to do this for Houston Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town We used to drive back and forth with the work Praying the car don’t break down Ohhh, Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town We used to drive back and forth With, codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds Yeah, and we got back home safe and sound If you got pulled over you don’t give police no names Or get killed and never found Word, but I kept some money to bail out Momma used to say if I ever get caught They gon' put me under the jailhouse Damn, I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood One to the chest with this chopper Leave you with just arms and a head like a octopus I got this chopper protecting my livelihood I'm so good, I'm so straight, I’m secure Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Cut14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas My blunt bigger than these lil niggas Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas? I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga I'm spendin money, spendin money Ben Franklin dizzy nigga! Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin' That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin There's only one me, ain't no equivalent She give me brain, brain like trivia I got a black bitch and a red bitch

I call them hoes Aunt Vivian Chopper knock your face off Black shades, Ray Charles I be killing them hoes I got your ho up in my graveyard I ain't working with a full deck But I pull out that Ace card She grab that dick with 2 hands Like she about to pray for it Clips hanging, no curfew Fuck you and who birthed you I'm shining like church shoes Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum She opened her mouth: water fountain When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean Bitch, I'm drowsy Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about I got bars, nigga and it's happy hour! Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly - ha! Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate Man these niggas can't see me like a diary Smoke that weed, let's get irie Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence Top of the gun there is a scope I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it! TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts I'm getting my dick sucked I blow weed like it's dust! Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider Told her drive it like it got 8 legs I'm a made nigga: Makaveli That Mack-11: necessary I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry They say your friends are your enemies? Well, my friends are imaginary I'm the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January My ride cold and my bitch hot I'm tired as hell but my dick not I don't gas no bitch, no pit-stop Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! Y'all niggas act like lady cops My niggas smoke like coffee shops That's syrup gang, wafflehouse Gunfight, I'll knock you out My bitch titties is poppin out We poppin up and we get it poppin Mask on, gloves on Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out Like Nicki's ass Smoking on that sticky bag Weezy F: I'm big and bad Small feet, but I kick your ass I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star Eat that pussy like caviar She treat that dick just like a straw How you like them apples, Microsoft? Now wipe it off.. I do Liv on Sundays: church! Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J? I got the ball, playing keepaway Kidnap your ass, kill your ass Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg! It's Hollygrove to my deathbed Just make sure my pillow's fluffed Hit a nigga with a million shots What you call that? A million bucks Good weed, we pass around Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth It's Young Money, Cash Money Til the motherfuckin day I'm Cashin Out! Tunechi! Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver @LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> KE on the Track No Ceilings Ah... O—OK I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first

I'm on your ass, like dirt; behind that cash, get murked I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga Shoot the witness, nigga Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga Ol' dickless nigga Man, I'm running with the blocka, Young Money, motherfucker You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the commas, and whoever among us And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said, T.I., hold your head, and Mack, hold your head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds And to my Bloods, code red, man, you know how we play it And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbing two logs Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search I smash this verse, and I swag and surf No Ceilings! Hahahaha!37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9 Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein Yeah, I'm yawnin', I'm so tired of ballin' Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas I blues your bitch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don't food poison my ho I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store My niggas like Kanye with that good, my niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke I saw your bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go Boy, I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know Niggas be trippin' over these hoes, I done came too far to get close I've been outchea gettin' bread and I don't need you all in my loaf If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat Niggas be lukewarm at the most and when I'm through ballin' I coach Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin' his boo on in that Ghost I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote, Tunechi My kids already rich and they don't even know These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries I found a way like it was hiding from me Yeah, my weed good, my sex better Bitch, don't text me no long letters I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob Most of these ho's ain't got no job And these niggas goin' buy em' everything You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas

Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot, let me write this bitch a parking ticket Ain't got time for love life, all I know is get paid I'm high like Bonjour, twisted like french braids I got my own shoes, SLIME, T, I feel like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her, yeah Don't fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise Yeah Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista Hoes want this scud missile, I'mma ball, like Crystal Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol, new money, no wrinkles I'm hard headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco, uh What up 5? Rocko fuck with me! Yeah! Future fuck with me! Yeah! T, I feel like MJ I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead 5!31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We trippy man Uh, blue skies, blue skies I see you with my red eyes Bust your fucking grape, nigga Turn your shit to red wine Don't fuck up my high, nigga I'm too gone, bye nigga She get dick, weed, and ignored Thats a D.W.I., nigga My skin crawlin', my walls talkin' The pictures in here lookin' at me The ground movin', I'm seeing shit I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic I'm smoking on that strong Got me coughin' like I'm getting buried I've been fucking Mary Jane I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary I'm stoned, Mick Jagger I can run around Saturn Eyes rolling back And keep blinking like hazards I said king me, king me With my mushroom crown on I graduated to better drugs My cap and gown on Don't knock me off my high horse What I do is my choice I'm high as the scoreboard Bitch, look up at my points I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth I got high and fell asleep loaded I woke up and got high again OK, I'm reloaded Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Shoutout to my weed man Shoutout to my lean man Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something I'm a gasoline can I'm high nigga, don't blow it I trust it far as I could throw it I don't know if I'm coming or going T, make my blunt a Samoan And I see lights flashing, life passing Take a bitch home, fuck like rabbits Styrofoam cups and wine glasses Shot glasses Hot flashes My tongue's numb, I can't talk No balance, my spine hurts My mind surf, my eye jerks I try different drugs, I'm diverse Goodbye Earth, farewell

High as Heaven, eyes low as Hell Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting a L, I'm a kite in the air I like weed brownies and cookies I'm straight but seeing crooked I got my trippy kit I hope I trip and fall in some pussy Tunechi Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Musty herb in a Ziploc Twistin' up top notch Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke This that Cali Kush, I motivate not gloat All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke Tryna get some Becky in the backseat of the Ghost Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag Wake up every morning and I take a drag Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then I laugh In your baby mama ear, and I'm gonna smash They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes, nigga Weed, pills and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea Weed, pills, and that drank That's my trippy kit, yea That's my trippy kit, yea25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tell me something I don't know I'm flexing on 'em like torsos These niggas slipping like bar soap These niggas listening, use Morse code Boy, nigga sipping like parched throat Ahe-he-hem, excuse me? These niggas talking that beef shit We'll check into it like the room's cheap And all we sell is the greatest feeling on Earth They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork Ain't got nothing left to prove, unless I got to prove it in court Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse, yes, Lord My nigga order like twenty bricks I sent five bricks with four chicks Riding with these guns, that's carpooling Bought extra clips when I dove in Miss Snow White, we snowed in Nigga, miss me with that ho shit Kill all rats, I toast to that And watch everybody I toast wit Kill everybody you close with Just don’t stick your nose in my bullshit Cause I close it like a clothespin The people that I rolls with Will leave holes in what you drove in If anyone in that car live You tell that nigga I owe him, yeah I got my mind right, my money right My head on my shoulder And my eyesight a little blurry, but It's staying on my quota And we find out Mom's address And your head get mailed over Nigga, you make that bed, you lay in that bed Or get that bitch made over Tunechi You so crazy Tunechi, you so crazy Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know

They say "Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, you so crazy" Bitch Tell me something I don’t know I’ll tell you something I do know Like money, drugs, bitches, guns Niggas call me "Mucho" Got witches all in my broom closet Got little killers in JuCo We’ll find out your business hours And pop up like new toast Like, danger taste like glucose My shadow don’t get too close To that new nigga with my old hoes: kudos For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno Getting swole like Popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points AK to your face; knock half off, like coupons Too cool for school, but I sold cool points to schoolboys Tell the cops, We don’t name drop, that's like droppin newborns Nigga you crazy You so crazy, Tunechi These hoes made me Nigga tell me somethin I don't know Like where the fuck did my heart go? And show me somethin I haven’t seen And give me what helped Martin sleep On the same night he had a dream And take me to where I’ve never been But not to where I never be in I ain’t never scared, but I’m scared of me Me vs. Me, I need a referee Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy Fuck deputy, big letter B Need equity, need credit cleaned To trafficking from peddling like everything From amphetamines to medicine These niggas sweeter than nectarine and Grenadine, ha! You so crazy Tunechi - you so crazy. Bitch I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi You so cray, bitch Tell me somethin I don’t know Like what happened to hard coke? You can call me Eddie cause I stay ready My family call me Eduardo I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note My bitch bad, with corn rows With boots on in farm clothes You can find me prancin in the finest mansion With the finest dancer with a height advantage She want cocaine, pills, and weed, liquor and dick She gotta micro manage I'm just eatin rappers They go nice in salads With some diced up carrots I just like a challenge Psychopathic, so psychopathic Nigga give me credit, or my balance Lil Tunechi Stand up niggas (And I bump my head when I stand up)166EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say bitch I ain't impressed you must've got the wrong impression I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we living in hell like a deep breath Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her Money on the table, guns on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what they gonna say? Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline bitch The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin' Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal I'm stuntin', getting new money Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM Lil' bitch Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit And let that kush burn let that kush Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline bitch The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah! I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant, yeah (haha!) We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award You can save your bullshit on your memory card If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga" Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to But I just built a house on I Don't Give a Fuck Avenue I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!) But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) I'm a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey!) I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant, yeah We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn

Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed Life is a gamble, better check the point spread And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus Help me focus on the future and not the previous Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees Underground shit, I see myself as a seed Living in the glass, and everybody's looking But how can you get the picture if you don't know who took it? This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared Yeah I know your name (hey!) yeah Your name is unimportant, yeah (listen mayne) We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there And I, see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker I know your name... As it is, shawty17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> If you saw me, would you understand That I can't stand you with another man? I see you happy where your life is at I see you smile, I can't live with that 'Cause what about me? Yeah I stayed up all night for you Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah I shut down my life for you Now you run around with him, and him, and him How you do that? How you act like I never held you every night? And now you never call back, please Girl, girl, what about me? Oh, tell me do you ever think about it? Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh) The only time that you would call Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh) I let you cry, I let you worry I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh) I gave you everything you needed Now you gone, gone, gone Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah Girl, what about me? Yeah I stayed up all night for you (Yeah) Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) Now you run around with him, and him, and him How you do that? (Oh) How you act like I never held you every night? Now you never call back, please (Please) Girl, girl, what about me? Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me? Do you think about me? When I'm flying OT, I be up in them streets You tellin' me that you gon' leave Hittin' my phone with the beep (Boom!) Knock it out, baby, creep Oh, 'cause I just wanna see you smile Did none of them tears ain't for you, baby And they ain't matchin' yo style I'm kickin' it flav with yo sauce I'm counting them lovers I'm thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do And all of this you went through Girl, I don't want you with no other dude, yeah Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh) I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh) Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?) I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) Now you run around with him, and him, and him How you do that? (How, girl?)

How you act like I never held you every night? And now you never call back, please (Please) Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?) Oh-ho-oh20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'ma just leave this right here The greatest mixtape series of all time Uh-uh-uh-mmmm Care to debate me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit I thought so Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr! Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up Watchin' me do push-ups She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn Your thot need to get her look up, ugh You're plottin' on me, my foot up, ugh Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, ugh That ain't sauce, that's pudding, ugh Tunechi 'cross her bosom, damn Shooting up the jurors, damn Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger "Benjamin Button," push him, bam! Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see Better play hooky, I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans And some athletes, and some college niggas Send your missus on all kind of missions I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly Fuck my bitches' friends, and they friendly-friendly While your bitch is giving me her twenty-twenty Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's Like she tired of Macy's, J.C. Penney's I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it If we winning, win it I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it So I had to tint it and I had to rim it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it's back to business, and we laugh at sentencing Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artist or a starving artist In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias Don't make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeerers Now your good luck looking like you cracking mirrors Now the artificial become sacrificial That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle With a throat deep enough to land a missile If your nigga miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles And the cash, it triple; flip, kick, jiujitsu Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Neither of her friends do, I think that's official Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than The Simpsons And her man a simper, so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr! Yeah, cannibalism, going animalistic in a land of civilians These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug Sicilian He the one who told me that sometimes You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason Got their eyes wide, but too blind to see it With friends like those It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em Hallelujah, power intruders Bitch walking 'round my house like Hooters Towel user, power user Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan Niggas talking out their bowel movers Turn their homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo you Tell a doc that's tryna save your life And running wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr! I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot it

We put out the movie, win awards She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty Niggas prostituting These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it En route to Houston with the contribution Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow Macho, Cujo, macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr! I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pockets is sumo Getting the mula by the minuto Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo Fuck with me, I go Lollapaloo-zo Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony Or opera, two-door, hitting some new notes And I am the maestro, and you just a typo Private flight, don't fly in too low I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo One went to college and one went to JuCo I had to ask 'em, "What's four plus two, though?" Rrr! My ultimate basketball dream team The starting five would most likely be umm Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them Holla at ya boy20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you I'm pretending, and that's all I can do That's all I can do mama The love I'm sending An't making it through to your heart I hope you hear me Pain! Since I've lost you, I'm lost too Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horseshoe Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to Be prayin' for the day you come back to me Sayin' that you forgive me, give me another chance I'm needin' it like a kidney, I don't wanna advance Give me back her hands, give me back her touch I don't ask for much, but I fucked up I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up But everybody fuck up, now this other nigga lucked up Tell him me and my clique don't give a fuck 'Cause, um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia She was my down chick, I was her soldier I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder You were the pistol to my holster... BANG! You've been hiding, never letting it show Always trying, to keep it under control I see you hidin' it, mama You got it down, and you're well on your way to the top Keep doin' your thing But there is something that you forgot You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing I remember the love, right after the fights You can't tell me you don't remember those nights And if I would cry, then you would cry twice To me, you are the brightest star under sunlight See, take away my title, take away my stripes You give me back my girl, and you give me back my life Give me back my girl, and you give me back my life See, this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice Open up my eyes hopin' she be in my sight I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back What she mean to me is what I mean to rap You've been hiding (Y'know) Never letting it show Always trying (I see you hidin', it mama) To keep it under control (But I know you know) You got it down (I know you do) And you're well on your way to the top But I wish you and yours nothin' but happiness, shawty But I hope you haven't forgot about me— Up in the living room, watchin' SportsCenter You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray

Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered And your boyfriend is not like me Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me I remember we would sit at home all day You called me "butter," I called you "babe" My momma asked about you, my partners did too I know your daughter will be so amazing like you And I know you probably wish you never met me And I just wish you never forget me, and let me say: Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with No engagement can amount to your friendship And I hope that nigga know he got a queen And all I can do is dream, damn! I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you I'm pretending, and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ear Drummers Mike WiLL Made-It I am sippin' on that lean, don't bring me no bottles, ho I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama Bad bitch at home sleep, I go home and sleep behind her, uh Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man I'm sittin' on these motherfuckin' millions like a beanbag Fuck you, don't judge me, drug me then love me Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies I'm tripping, tell Pippen to beam me up, Scotty Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet That's no lie, I'm so hot, you pussy ass niggas Massengill I got them yellow Xanax, I slipped on a banana peel Trukfit T-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup Pass that weed around like some fuckin' hors d'oeuvres Man I'm shit faced and your bitch facin', she high too, fuckin' right My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, uh Yeah, I'ma let that breathe Let that breathe Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that's with ya And she send me naked pictures If I was you I wouldn't kiss her, you know why? You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word You ain't never jocked no nigga, you ain't never sweat no nigga Yeah, you don't want none of these niggas Bitch, I ain't one of these niggas, ho I be doin' my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range Fuck your feelings I'm feelin' me, you want real? That's real as me Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say "Dick for free" All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that motherfucker dry Yes Lord Yeah and she say, "Yes Lord" Yeah, Dedication 4, ho Scoob in this bitch with me?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Up up and away Up up and away Up, up up and away Up, yeah I'm about to go, up up and away Dick in your mouth, fuck what you say You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake Dick in her mouth, I'm fuckin' her face Live for the night, sleep in the day Get high as fuck, sleep it away I am a dog, you sheep in the gate Pussy, mmm, how sweet is the taste Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe? Weezy, bitch, I'm deeper than space Floating away like a leaf on the lake I'm gone, like delete and erase Talk that shit, I walk that shit Pills, weed, all that shit If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch Get pussy, ass, all that shit Umh, what they talking about? I go hard, they soft as a couch I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out Cars so cold I parked in the house Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant Flow so tight, it's yeast infected Kill 'em all when they least expect it Money tall, Lisa Leslie YMCMB connection

Rappers is what I eat for breakfast Woman up in my sheets is sexy If she ain't fucking, she can exit Gun tucked in the waist, I'll bust in ya face I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? (Up) You're going a little bit too far Ain't this a bitch I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch You're lucky I don't kill your ass But you can still get pistol whipped Sharper than a pencil tip Bitch don't even fix your lip 40 cal' with the extended clip Ain't gon' be no incident Skinny jeans, red Vans Skully on, money long Her mouth is like my house So I guess you can say I'm coming home You're wyling out then we're riding out Now your hiding out, honeycomb I'm laughing to the bank Like I just broke my fucking funny bone What's really good five? I'm over here smoking that really good fire Eyes so low I look blind But the stove on my waist cook fine I be with niggas that took lives And niggas that'll take it outside And niggas that'll take it to your crib Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives I'm gon' get so wasted They gon' have to carry me out this bitch I took over this rap shit These rappers are just my hostages Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no habla ingles But I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Up up and away, up up and away Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Weezy (Yeah) Where you going? (Ha) You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away) Up up and away (Up up and away) Up up and away (Up up and away) Up up and away Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga Straps on deck, so fuck that nigga Leave you looking like lightning struck that nigga Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit I'm calling my bitch the shit Walking around on my fuck it shit I done did everything on my bucket list Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad I don't give a Hoover damn Man, I son all these niggas They should have a stupid tan Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change I'm pumping your brakes, I'm jumping the gates And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away Weezy, where you going? You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away) Up up and away (Up up and away) Up up and away (Up up and away) Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days Come here, I might need you You're gonna have to tickle me or something I need to smoke a cigarette17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah... Sick shit I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was a long line Two hoes in the bed, it's hard to wake up on the wrong side Few bumps in the road, a little bump and grind I don't mind Please know, for your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied

Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me, them girls goin' wild Guilty conscience pimpin', make my ho sit through the whole trial I been walkin' on this fuckin' water for a long time Molly water got me transformin' like I'm Voltron Smokin' so much weed, I might just fuck around and hug a tree A tree without a bird 'cause I deserve every fuckin' leaf 1, 2, 3; triple-OG At the T-O-P smokin' P-O-T From a D-O-G to the G-O-D Got OCD and not your CD Hit her with the D-O-P-E D That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT You could D-I-E for a F-E-E I'll D-I-E for my S-E-T I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga" I told my daughter, "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga" I told my bitch if she cheat then she making a poor decision I told that bitch if she leave then she leavin' the solar system But hoes don't listen But I'm on the road to riches, and she can't ignore the engine I bought myself a medallion that cost an Azure, my nigga I don't know, guess I was bored, my nigga Tell foreign hoes "I'm El Señor", my nigga To the Moon like Warren, nigga He ain't the plug unless he foreign, nigga It ain't a car unless it's foreign, nigga And a R plus another R, my nigga But I used to want a Ford Explorer, nigga Had to move the trap house to Florida, nigga Had to move The Carter by the water, nigga But I'm still too scared to get in the water, nigga 'Bout to throw another pool party, nigga I told a op that wherever this gun point is holes, lil nigga Stayin' on my feet, no tappin' on my toes, like Moses, nigga I told the cops that my car is too fast to pull over, nigga Cool as fuck, keepin' my cool before my composure, nigga That's poker, nigga Playin' the cards I was dealt, and that shit almost broke a nigga But I could be broker, nigga But I’m watching Oprah, nigga In my white house layin' on my sofa, keepin' it soulful, nigga I'm a young mogul, nigga I'm a young Hova, nigga My office is oval, nigga I step out that bitch like, "What's happenin'?" Me and that little bitch I was nappin' in Time to run with no rubber, I'm gamblin' Just call me the rapper, I'm Chancin' it Got a sassy bitch, told her "I'm daddy, bitch" Do it look like I'm playin'? Kaepernick Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk This that new coffin, new casket shit My killers killin' on purpose by accident And you passed that shit like a laxative Ain't where or why you trap, it's who you trappin' with For me it's about who I travel with Never about the bitch that I be snappin' on It's the one that the picture just snapped me with That's 'cause I'm the shit, and all of my shit be maggot less E Yeah, uh-huh, said, yeah This that Baby E and Wayne shit We just landed in a spaceship So now ain't nobody safe, bitch It's Dedication number 6, bitch Got a hundred in the safe, bitch I been fuckin' on a gay bitch Fuck your set and what you claim, bitch It's Young Mula to the grave, bitch I'm still finessin', and I'm still progressin' This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah We the bestest, ain't no fuckin' question It's six, six-six, 'til it's Dedication 7 Fully loaded, money is the motive All my bros is Gs, take a guess at what the code is Pour a four in, fuck it pour some more in Rest In Peace Lil Peep, we already miss you homie I don't really care if you cry On the real, you should've never lied Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said "I am not afraid to die" Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas

And that pussy shit they doin' I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish My nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah Okay I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous I say, I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin Just want some mouth and lip service And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves I swear my momma trust my work So I give these hoes that work They say the best things in life are free That's why it cost for you to get murked And my pants sagging like fuck it - I'm still on my business Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh I said I swear to God I ain't nervous I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous And that pussy don't get purchased, ho Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working I like em long haired and curvy And if niggas think it's a game I'll leave they brains on their jerseys She say she love me, that's the molly talking She about to blow me, like a signing bonus She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch I'm the original gangster, he the remix Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma? I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor And her birthday suit is her pajamas She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him I get Adam like Yolonda Young Money Cash Money, Obama It's fuck the world, no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And this pistol came with a silence But I swear to God he heard it, yeah And I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies Ain't got no worries like Tunechi All my chicks be bougie Wanna hold hands then watch movies I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it Ain't no talking- lets get to it Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh I swear to God I ain't nervous No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains Ya13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Weed and syrup, yeah (We got London on da Track) All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road

Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de I got that yay, I got that la-di-da-di-da And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly" Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall Two hoes on my arm Fur boots when it's warm Church shoes to play ball I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard" They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K I be spendin' 25K every 5 days I sent my girl on a spa day 'Cause Hood just came with them chickens I don't want you in the house, bae Plus we need the kitchen Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me (We got London on da Track) Hol' up, had to switch the flow up Had to pour up, roll some more up Watch me go up, my doors go up When I show up, why you show up? Pick my bro up, pick a O up Hit the store up, get a soda Get us four cups, split a four up Then we slow up, yeah, you know us Then we toast cups and we post up Don't approach us, we got toasters That's my slime, like we ghostbust And we both bust, give no fucks Take no stuff and take your stuff Then ho hunt for some chocha I know a ho who'll rock the boat But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord I remember when I was no one, Lord When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me 'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy Oh Lord56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hit me Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know Damn Shit, this that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one I'ma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding" How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' So I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'

So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Money is the motivation, facing the avenue Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr) Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ah) Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (For sure, nigga, get you, you heard?) Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin' I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord I ain't never killed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat That boy'll lay flat, so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'? Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Seasons Four of them whores And they all know how to cook it up And look I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Man, man, this be that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Turn the music on They say baby how you do it Never question greatness, never question greatness Tell 'em never question greatness I just do it I'm so high I feel weightless All my shooters are courageous, and

Ain't a moment 'til I make it It ain't a moment 'til I make it Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery And see lately All I've been doin' is celebratin' Don't even know what I'm celebratin' I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it (Shoot it if I wave it) Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah Know you see me in that Rolls Royce, glass house, that nigga, hands down No givin' up, no layin' down, all red, ant pile My oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now" Ride around with that strap out cause my Rolls Royce, glass house I just got a text that said "Baby I just cashed out" Whack weed get ashed out, put Persian rugs in the crack house All y'all that lashed out, I'll come see what that's 'bout But you don't need to call the fireman, to put a mothafuckin' match out I can't remember my last drought, all my niggas' smashmouth Got pure coke, brand new birds, we get 'em as soon as they hatch, slime And you know the driveway too big when you ain't gotta back out Paper chase like cat mouse, my nigga it Ain't a moment 'till I make it It ain't a moment 'till I make it Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery And see lately All I've been doin' is celebratin' Don't even know what I'm celebratin' I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah Know you see me cause my roof all in my trunk Know he dead when the horn honk Niggas say they kings, they lyin', boy you talkin' to a card shark I already made my mark, please don't think I just pop corks Got these voices in my head screamin', can't believe they're not hoarse Bitch I've been a beast since cartoon sheets It's real on the field, I need new cleats, outgrew these Catch you while you sleep, turn your sheets to maroon sheets Them choppers turn your homeboys into amputees And that's not a good look, momma was a chef, but daddy cooked the work Said "I know it stank but it's good" Look, we treat them triggers like repeat buttons Leave it all out there, or leave nothin' Like the world a crystal ball, I keep rubbin' it Ain't a moment 'till I make it It ain't a moment 'till I make it Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery And see lately All I've been doin' is celebratin' I don't even know what I'm celebratin' I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' They got people catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah Can't nobody save yah New Orleans pride and savior Nigga this that Carter 5 I feel like, feel like I'm on my final caper Uh, and I'm about to smoke one, pass out, OG kush, hashed out She only want alcohol and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look like y'all swam out In this bitch, gats out in this bitch She say she can come and help my fat wallet get fit I told her that's not in this script, I don't see that in the script I'm smokin', gettin' head, lookin' down tryna read lips Ain't a moment 'till I make it It ain't a moment 'till I make it Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery And see lately All I've been doin' is celebratin' Don't even know what I'm celebratin' I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' Niggas I had you catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it (Shoot it if I wave it) I tell myself Ain't a moment 'till I make it It ain't a moment 'till I make it Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery And see lately All I've been doin' is celebratin' Don't even know what I'm celebratin' I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'154EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Oohh, ooh So special, you're so special So special, you're so special Oohh, ooh So special, you're so special So special, you're so special Uh, boy shorts, wife beater Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper I make her cum first, then I follow the leader I talk shit, I hope it matters We climax, without the ladder Can't desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel And when we finish, I swear that pussy said thank you I said, "You're Very Welcome" I'm so well mannered And I go down south, Louisiana Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back And if she kick it off, I'ma run it back And then she say my name, like I forgot it She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze Yeah, body language, girl let's talk about it Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast Open her up like a book, read it and weep Baby won't you spend the night, uh Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) So special Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E You know them other niggas ain't me Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya I, put it together, common denominator I tear it up like loose leaf paper I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse See we don't even fuck no more, we make love And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special, so special,so special, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special, so special,so special, so special) (Girl I got that 12 play for ya) (So special girl, so special to me)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Welcome to your name in lights All the lighters in the sky (Yeah) You must be famous This is how you live your life, different city every night (Yeah) You must be famous, famous I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice People point at me, say, "Oh my God" They got a point Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind It's mind-blowing And gold diggers dig until they find oil And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't I ruined relationships before my image, but All I ever wanted was everybody's attention 'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em Probably thought that my career be short and sweet Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam And you can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me" 'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream I'ma be on the TV, mama

Welcome to your name in lights (Woo!) All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous) You must be famous (Yeah, oh my God I must be famous) This is how you live your life (Yeah) Different city every night (I must be famous) You must be famous, famous Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous Message to my lawyer: "Don't let me make these bitches famous" You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard And pray death is quick and painless Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb when it's blinking I'm never alone I got my demons and my angels Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers Relatives; ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina Never question myself, unless I ask, "Am I dreamin'?" The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's They told me time would tell I told time to kiss my ass And I heard, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?" Flash! I must be famous Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah!) All the lighters in the sky (You must be famous) You must be famous (I'ma be on the TV, mama!) This is how you live your life (Yeah, yeah) Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous, famous You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep And you can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me" 'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream I'ma be on the TV, mama Welcome to your name in lights All the lighters in the sky (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous) This is how you live your life Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) You must be famous, famous I'ma be on the TV, mama Kiss my motherfuckin' ass13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try She used to make me love her, now she make me realize It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies Find out where he reside and find out where he hide Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rod Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I remember you, I was never into you I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? Mulah, baby And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I still don't know today Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun So I never really found out about what... You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> G5 sitting on the runway Big-ass chopper, call that bitch "Beyoncé" This for my dogs locked down all day Money, power, respect: three the hard way I put some real niggas on their feet, boy So they'll kill anyone for me, boy Yeah, YMCMB, boy Young Tunechi, fresh to death, Rest In Peace, boy My gat bang, your hat hang, I ride off with Mack Maine I drink Patron straight, you niggas keep that champagne My Pa is the Birdman, I'm rich as a white man I come to your show and kill you and your hypeman We rollin', let's roll out, my bitches don't hold out They got Marley G, I gotta bond my lil bro out Let my dreads grow out, my bitch got a blow out Mi casa, su casa: my house is a ho house Only fuck with real niggas, Polo, fuck that Hilfiger Yeah I'm on a pill, nigga, feed you to my lil niggas Shout out to my big homies, Fee-Fee and T-Streets Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peek T, roll another one, razor blade under tongue You ain't never seen this watch, nigga, this a one of one You niggas is Honey Bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun Chopper with a drum, motherfucker, give the drummer some Blunt fat like my blunt a thumb, suck a nigga dick or somethin' Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some I'ma do my thing, I put that on Nicki Minaj I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage I'm talking big money, I'm talking heavyweight I cut down on the syrup, now I'm in better shape I'm from New Orleans, nigga, where you ain't never safe You fuck with me, I drop you off in front of Heaven gates Okay, jump off a building, jump out a window Smoke like a junkie and fuck like a nympho Drink like a goldfish, that's right, you know this Hold up; Click-clack! Okay, I'm reloaded Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci Wild as Ryu, I hit you with that "Hadouken" My money too long, nigga, my weed too strong, nigga Fuck everybody, I'm in my own zone, nigga And every time you see me I'm wet, and I'm rolling Tunechi, Rest In Peace, fresh to death and I'm rolling 'Bout to fuck a bitch I just met 'cause she rolling Nigga, we rolling, nigga, I'm rolling Gotta keep a towel, I'ma sweat 'cause I'm rolling

Goin' at a bitch nigga's neck 'cause I'm rolling Damn, ma, I ain't come yet 'cause I'm rolling Bitch, I'm rolling Young Mula, baby Sorry for the wait26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ha... Take it, FATBOI No Ceilings Ugh Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it President, got 'em in the White House naked Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now" Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?" South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' My life is a video and the women want they cameo I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical Now, pop that pussy like a four-four I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest We done put them other niggas on a hiatus Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data 'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah" This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome Loyal to the game, the game been good to me Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know Young Money lay 'em down like old folks You coming with it? We coming for it Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit Real shit, people; now, just absorb it I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming She give me hot head, I call it "global warming" If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao Energizer money: it keep going I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? Fuck that, I got 27 years of this Hit or miss, I hit your missus You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes I—I hit the target, I hit the witness I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business Too many visions, completed missions Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian We consistent, the streets commend it Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics" From start to finish, Usain Wayne OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change You plain-Jane, I’m diverse I save the world second, and I get high first I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy I’m always good, like Grandma cookies Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer She going down like the hands on my time-ticker I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes Young Money, baby, and the building grows As we look up—where did the ceilings go? Hahaha No Ceilings28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The hottest under the sun (who dat?) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight And you already know that, pimpin'

Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him? I know one day they got to bury him Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in People, it's just me and my guitar Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin' You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen And we hold court and take your life for a settlement Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite I know the game like I'm reffin' it This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire Yeah, Junior It's Cash Money over everythang It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug And dear Mr. Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million-heir to the throne Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies I'm rappin' when you sleep I was rappin' when you were in jammies Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go! Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself ‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin' I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you , you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch! The hottest under the sun (who dat?) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight And you already know that, pimpin' Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dana texted me and said she wanted to see me Then sent a picture of her in the mirror No clothes on, of course and she want that dope dick Hello, world, I'm the dope dealer I love it when she talk crazy That dick make her walk crazy That last time was awesome

All the lines, we crossed them I ain't a killer but don't push me I OJ Simpsoned that pussy Yeah, that's the shit Pussy taste so good, make you smack your lips I don't know about you, but I'm a beast with mine She said she waiting for the Carter 69 I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait" I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake Yeah, we gon' fuck around like we fucking in a circle Pardon the slur, that's the purple It feels so real like it's virtual Any kind of position, she's versatile And she take it every way except personal Yeah that's my bitch Pussy wetter than a wishing well, I wish I was in it right now instead of making this song Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone Don't trip when I say I can't see ya And she say she working on her career Smoke got our eyes looking like we from Korea We floating but I'mma rock the boat like Aaliyah RIP, shorty got me Shorty knows I fucks with her, hardbody Shorty fine by me, Spend some time by me It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree I know what's on your mind, fine We can do whatever that is She tell me that it's mine, I said, "Fine" Shit, I was taught to live and let live So live it up baby, giddy-up baby It's your world, ain't trying to interrupt But maybe we moving too fast But fuck it, let's crash One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past But for now I feel lovely, I feel great I slide in: safe Yeah, yeah, all that good shit No, I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit And I know what I'm doing, she loves how I do it She throw that ass back and she never over-do it She call me "baby" and I call her "bae" Sorry for the wait, Carter 4 on the way! August 29th...22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatеver they're doin' with my cash is vеry troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up, for real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me Mhm, yeah, mhm Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin' Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas That'll keep niggas honest I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas

I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em Got a two-seater problem Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfect I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses All I gotta be is all that I can possibly She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry 'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth Holla at your boy4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans If them niggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands My gang popping niggas Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie For you name dropping niggas All day I do it, I do it like Tony Got a sign on my dick that say "Bad Bitches Only" I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too Yeah all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce Yeah I talk that shit, bitch I got bread, bitch I got toast Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherfucking host They call me Weezy F. Baby, yes I do the fucking most I'm at their throats until they choke The God has spoke I need a smoke break (Smoke break…) Now let it breathe, Tune It go; all these bitches, and niggas still hating I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems I'll tend to them later Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man All these bitches and niggas still hating Yeah I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems I'll tend to them later Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters Now eat these fucking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday I don't fuck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape? Yes I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate Weezy fuck the world, yep I fuck it 'til it ovulate Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate Weezy F. Baby and the 'F' is for fornicate Polo Ralph Lauren, bitch, that's what my pajamas say Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face And still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say And if they want a war Then tell them motherfuckers "Bombs away" Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later And life is a bitch, but I appreciate her Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gateing Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later Man, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her Let it breathe tune Just let it breathe tune, yeah Young, Young Mula, baby Young Mula, baby Young, Young Mula, baby Just let it breathe tune22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ugh! Twist made me do this

Paw-Paw in here with me, T in here with me Ugh Kush in the Swisher, money over bitches Never kill a woman, unless she a witness All about my business, survival of the fittest She let me hide my weed in her titties Bitch, I got the cash, in a rubberband I got the Glock, already cocked, boom! Fucking with a nigga, meet my motherfucking goons Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV coming soon Light it up, cause I’ma smoker She tried to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her It’s Young Money, motherfucker, game over Shots leave your body, looking like you doing yoga And Lord knows I'm a sinner, pain pills for dinner Bitch, I'm getting money like I got a money printer Got a chopper and a trimmer, shooting like Jimmer You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer I ain't worrying bout y’all, sitting on my Hog While Miss Anita Baker sing "You Bringing Me Joy" I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys And we all yelled, “Fuck you, bitch!” and kept going I'm on, and that’s right, baby I ain't going out this bitch without a fight, baby One request: please don’t bite, baby I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady I ain't lying, I’ma shine like a nickel or a diamond I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind Girl, stop talking that shit Go'n suck a nigga dick for a new outfit, hahaha And even if the sky come falling Bitch, I’ma still be high I got faith in my weed man My lil niggas got yay' by the bean bag Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass And that red bandana is the team flag Yeah, all up in your fucking face Tez pushed the album back; sorry for the wait Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh-huh19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I’m a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead, what that motherfucker said? Bring that ruckus up in here, throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo Climbin' up a Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new Spilling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone Them niggas 'cidal bums flinchin' at the sight of arms Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames What's up with your fist game? You'll catch a hook, fish hang Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex Knock your head off, you just a rough neck And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest Dick-in-a-booty-ass nigga Die-quick-in-a-movie-ass nigga Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga

Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga, BRRRRR Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath Give my fist a kiss, nigga Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it Clean em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up They say we all gotta pay the price, fuck it, man, ring me up Fuckin' right I skate, ho, pussy is my scapegoat And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos I'm a genius, take notes, I'll split your egg to the egg yolk I'll be dead before I be dead broke Still burn money, my bread toast Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga But just keep your two pennies, nigga Start shit and I'll end it, nigga Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga... (SO!) So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We shit out that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga What you drink in this bitch? I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> This motherfucking D’usse got me sweating and shit... Word to God Hov, fuck with ya boy C5 Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga I been did my time, I'm getting better with time But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns Yes, lord We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina turn up in this bitch We got Lauren in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Steph in this bitch Yah dig? What’s up Brandon!? Lego! Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga, please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I'ma give that fucking woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow?

I don't know, fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson That bitch gonna need a new nose I ain't got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals And that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stunting these niggas Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas Wayne-chung bitch! More than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches Kill niggas and smoke weed I'm married to this real shit And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga Mula! My nigga Hood in this bitch Still on that D'usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money shit Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar Frogg243EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance Ok Fuck my hand, suck my thumb Be a lady and buy me lunch Send me cards, make me read But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed Cause I'm that nigga, she say Im that nigga She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga She check my phone, what's that 'bout? Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance She kiss my ankle when I twisted my ankle She even did anal when she don't do anal My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?) Let's slow dance (shall we?) And we gon be like 1, 2, 1, 2 She said Im the one, girl you the one too I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof Yeah I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut Ok, now give me coochie at my mama's crib On Thanksgiving everybody's listening All your home girl's bad and they're our guest Let'em all in and I'll play chef That's romance cause we so real She said she cannot take the pain, if it ain't a pill She said fuck these hoes, they just mad We fucked a ho together, that's romance If you got cups then I got dranks I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank I ain't your friend, fuck that shit

Tryna find another me girl good luck with that shit Cause I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut <EOS> <BOS> I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I'm so sorry Uh Sorry for the wait, nigga Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party every day, nigga That's an ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa su casa My choppa go Doom-dada Dayahyahyahda! Tunechi, bitch On my Future shit I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix I wake up cranky 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 gon' 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 ask her do she go both ways She say "They do say love is a two-way street" I say "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 two fingers I'm at peace Word I smirk when I squeeze Trigger smart, street smart I'm a nerd, I'm a geek I'm absurd, I'm unique Did my time at 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's 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 Your bitch Tunechi's 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 than nylon So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like cayenne Looking up at the skyline I'm thinking to my fuckin' self "You only live twice, slime" And motherfuck you if you fight crime I'm from a place with a high crime rate, like Iran We put your 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 tried mine Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide While my bitch sip a Mai Tai But she wine fine And I'm so sorry She say "Don't be sorry" Woo Then she say "Don't apologize for shit 'Cause you the shit And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit" Woah Woo But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga Glock 40 for them fake niggas Throw a party every day, nigga That's an ordinary day, nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa su casa My choppa go Doom-dada Dayahyahyahda! Ayy And I'm so sorry for the wait too I'm so sorry, so sorry; woo This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I'm so sorry, so sorry157EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Baby, you understand me now If, sometimes, you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Ugh, what’s understood ain’t got to be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Heh, stood in the heat, the flame The snow, "Please, slow down, hurricane" The wind blow, my dreads swang "He had hair like wool, like Wayne" Huh, dropping ashes in the Bible I shake 'em out, and they fall on the rifle Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy All real, very extraordinary Perry Mason, facing the barrel if he tattle My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel A hound, a rebel, down to battle Now or never, or whenever, and the F for... "Fucking fantastic"—fuck if you agree I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me

But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood What's understood ain't got to be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For eight and a half months, I gave Miss Cita pain Now it's Young Money, baby—keep the change My mama say, "Fuck 'em!" And we the same So hello, motherfucker, you got some sheets to change And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday? You know, church fit, then outfit Bright pink and green chest look house-lit Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this—what you 'bout, bitch? Excuse my French emotion and my passion But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion What are you asking? If I don't have the answer It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula But I know you don't understand 'Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy, but Weezy is Wayne But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood I'm watchin' TV the other day, right? Got this white guy on there talking 'bout Black guys. Talking about how young Black guys are targeted. Targeted by who? America. You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up. One in every nine Black Americans are locked up. And see, what the white guy was trying to stress was that the money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail, a young motherfucker to jail, would be less to send his or her young ass to college. See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that our jails are populated with drug dealers. You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that. Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine, the police are... only... I don't want to say only right, but, shit... only logic by riding around in the hood all day, and not in the suburbs, because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood. And um, you know, the other thing is mostly found—you know where I'm going... But why bring a motherfucker to jail if it's not gonna stand up in court? Because this drug ain't that drug. You know; Level 3, Level 4 drugs, shit like that. Mhm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding. And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers, you know, that one in every nine: We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood, and it's not like your suburbs. We don't have the things that you have. Why? I really don't want to know the answer. But, I guess we just misunderstood, huh? Yeah. You know, we don't have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers, the real criminals, you know: sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that. Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared. I know you saw one of them sex offender papers! Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mhm. Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you. Sex offender, on the Level 3 drug. Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out. And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got? Yeah, well you know what? (coughing) Don't stop the track. That's the good weed. You know what? I have a fucking daughter. You understand me? And why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail just because the reason why he live next door to me ain't the reason why I live next door to him? Meaning, he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood. He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood. You move him out, bring him to jail for life, and then, you move in a sex offender. Hahaha. Then give me a paper. Haha. Is that a misunderstanding? 'Cause I don't understand it. Another thing. Let me take my glasses off, 'cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this. Uhh... Mr. Al Sharpton: here's why I don't respect you, and nobody like you. Mhm, see, you're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people, haha. That's not good, no homo, and rather un-human, I should say. I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity, rather, to me, is helping one another, no matter your color or race. But this guy, and people like him, they'd rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word, haha. You know, "'spec before check," anyway. Meanin', I'd much rather you talk to me first and see if you can learn an opinion before you make one. Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton, haha. Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man. Gotta pluck the ashes, mhm, hold on, um... Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you: You don't know me. So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say or think about me, or whatever I do, is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost to me. And, it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you improvise. Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither, but the characteristics fall heavily into bad's way, haha! But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well. But I try my hardest to stay good. And some of the things I do and say may be bad, or just not too good. But I do try. So with that said, I don't fault you. I mean, you're only human. Good or bad. but I also don't respect you, and I don't care if that's good or bad, haha. You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson. You are nobody, to me. You're just another Don King... with a perm. Just a little more political. And that just means you're a little un-human than us humans. And now, let me be human, by saying fuck Al Sharpton, and anyone like him. Fuck if you understand me. I love being misunderstood. Haha, why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood. Bring the hook in! But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> *lighter flick* Yeah Yeah I'm in the crib butt-naked, bitch She say my dick could be the next Black president Americans hate that I'm American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Ugh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to 'Cause I am not a human being—part two! Getting paid show money for walkthroughs Letting all these hoes ride my dick: carpool My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Ugh, what your man doing? I pop his motherfucking top like a canned good And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night, I took a transformer And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long P-U-S-S-Y: my second home I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe She say, "Tunechi, you the shit; you need your ass wiped" I say, "Before you gas me up, check the gas price" Then I make her take this dick like advice, hahaha She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids Jose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake-ass nigga Brake pads, nigga, wait You ain't in my weight class, nigga Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror Running this shit like a faucet: Farrah Barra-cuda, who the fuck you-uh? I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure 90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer, that's swag I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs

Been went pro, now I'm going pro-pane Tell a bitch, "Get off me!" Bitch, get off me! I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it's decapitated, haha Think it's a game? Nigga, come play I'm with my killer Bs, fuck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta I personally know strangers, it's so strange But this girl named Dana like to go anal Shoot him in his head—what's that? A no-brainer Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm I'd rather wring your fucking neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair Fuck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair I was fucking before my dick started growing hair Bitches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air Man... Nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga! Lew! Do you! Whoa! Turn it up! Mm! Yeah! Hello World! As I always say... I... Am not... A human being 224EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (Woo) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love (That's all I ask, baby) For granted, 'cause, granted My love for you is real (Ohh) (Yeah) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Somebody else) Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Yeah) (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) Yeah, to the left, to the left If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step Feeling irreplaceable, listening to Beyoncé Well, okay, I put you out on your b-day Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe I got game like EA But I wanna let you play And don't I treat you like soufflé? Don't I look at you like I see a new day? And don't I do what I do say? I'm through talking so I'ma let you 'Face And let 'Ye do 'Ye I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) (Yeah) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love For granted, 'cause, granted (Yeah) My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Tryna tell her) Baby girl, don't you ever get too comfortable Yeah (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) Yeah, let me catch my breath Talking 'bout leaving and you ain't gone yet And if you leave, leave correct And I'mma send a jet to pick up the next And if you leave, you leaving the best So you will have to settle for less And I am no Elliott Ness I don't handcuff, I don't arrest I do confess to the murder scene 'Cause under them sheets, I am a mess Yes, baby, you're blessed Now just don't jump your nest, come on, yeah I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Haha) I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying) It's all good when we making love (We good) All I ask is don't take our love

For granted, 'cause, granted My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat I would never 1-2-3-4-get about you Your love, your sex You know I work you out like Bowflex Haha, all jokes, no stress Love, live life, proceed, progress Make sure the neighbors get no rest We can get together, never disconnect Yeah, your back, your neck Funny how that song haven't got old yet— To us, so let's project You stay in, never incorrect—'Face! I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Yeah) I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying) (I got one) It's all good when we making love All I ask is don't take our love (Yeah) For granted, 'cause, granted (Hahaha) My love for you is real (Ohh) And if you don't love me Somebody else will (Irreplaceable, huh?) Baby girl, don't you (Yeah) Ever (Ha) get too comfortable Don't get too comfortable, ayy (Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) Yeah Word to God, my mama gon' like this one Yeah Yo, I think everybody gonna like this one Yeah, I got one Thank you, Mr. West Carter... Trey I'm out16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sorry for the wait, man Album coming August 29th now Time to let me do this thing Ain’t nobody fucking with me First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gonna hate Pound of the kush, call that bitch "pound cake" I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes She whine, "Baby, don't leave" I duck that bullshit, bob and weave Everybody trippin', but I ain’t never trippin' Leave your ass flatter than my new television I'm talking 'bout money and the power, power and the money This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy I'ma run this shit 'til I'm the last man runnin Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho She pop X, I smoke O’s—tic-tac-toe And I stink 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind They say numbers don't lie—is that a 6 or a 9? I stand in front of the cloc'k cause I'm ahead of the time Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom I ain’t playing with niggas, no, sir, not me And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I'm free And the coupe transform, no Tyrese Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne? I’m somewhere in between joy and pain And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground Now, ain’t that about a bitch? It ain’t never 'bout a bitch I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts Fucking with me, it's blood, brains or guts, ha! Fuck y'all, for real, though Sleep with the hammer under the pillow Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows Soon as I’m done, peel off like velcro Gone, baby, I'm stoned Smoking on the strong, got a huge-ass bong Swag off the hook, you can’t use that phone Stopped at the light and put my roof back on

One time for the G’s The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys The niggas on the block, the niggas on they P’s and Q’s Put your bitch-ass on the evening news Jumping in the game, better read the rules High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon Fuck with me, die soon, not late And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait—Tunechi!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You leave your home for days and days Yeah (Hey) Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither (But hey) You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers (But hey) Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers (But hey) Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño (Hey) I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket (But hey) Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip (But hey) You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter (But hey) I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin' So big-headed, my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin' My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes Lil Tunechi (Hey) (But hey) Yeah, 2 Chainz (But hey) I might book me for a show (But hey) Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough (But hey) That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures (But hey) I like math, all I did was add bitches (Hey) Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours (But hey) It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle (Hey) You dog her out, I tell her, hop in (Hey) 2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me (With me) Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it (Damn) Everything authentic (Tru), plus I named my pistols Last name "Fuck," first name "I Don't Give A" (Bah) Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah You leave your home for days and days Alright, uh (Hey) All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks (But he—) I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink (Hey) I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat (But hey) And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat (But hey) I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious (But—) I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss, I'ma need some more S's Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick 'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missle Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you Tunechi You leave your home for days and days7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? Why can't I trust what I see? (MonstaBeatz) My-my scene just a crime scene Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah My team, we divide teams Talkin' dirty money? Check the hygienes All the dirty money get dry cleaned Talkin' dirty money, Sam Rothstein Had my goons kidnap your offsprings While I was working on my golf swing Ooh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares It's a cold world, I got an ice grill No one man should have all that power If he can't afford to pay the light bill I got a forcefield over my heartbeat The window seal with no door key I'm poppin' pills to feel more me Cut off the wings now I'm soaring And I never feel like poor me

I'd rather feel like the old me I was born with wheels and I roll deep I could make the devil get cold feet Don't light the clove unless it's four leaf Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef On my face, I tatted me a fleur-de-lis Should I get it covered with a coca leaf? I could tell you better than you showed me I could show you better than you told me I'm an OG up in OT And it's no sleep 'til it's roast beef I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep Better go figure, better go deep Pass no judgement, pass your weed I'm the GOAT nigga, no goatee Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? Why can't I trust what I see? Mmm, sippin' on purple like it's herbal Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle On turbo, you don't wan' disturb him Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber Damn, I done dropped too many ashes on my turban I done seen so many titties on Bourbon Live a different kind of lifestyle Different color diamonds, got a nigga lookin' like sherbert Stepped to the plate, knocked it out the park Eat a nigga face like a tiger shark Dressed in all red like Olajuwon My niggas hit your safe like the Holocaust My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Moss'd My nigga treat the K just like a loft Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss And my heart always racin' but never lost Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support Now I'm lookin' at the Robb Report Went and looking at the final score Bedroom got revolvin' doors Bitches in and out smilin' more Than children smilin' at a carnival Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold Big Bs nigga, honor roll Hold up, I think I found the flow Started from the bottom bitch Never been monogamous, never been monotonous Never been anonymous, money is eunonymus Always had accomplices, always had conglomerates Always let the chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip You runnin' out of time so you better know what time it is You runnin' out of tears and you runnin' out of volunteers Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo Cocaine price low, call that a low blow Tunechi like Pablo, kis in the rowboat Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat Sippin' on the slowpoke, movin' like a tugboat Smokin' like a steamboat, fuckin' on a love boat Better read the ransom note before you read the love note Don't know if it's sore throat, deep throat or cut throat Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? Why can't I trust what I see? Oh why am I so kamikaze Why can't I stay in my seat? I'm so hyphy Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies? Why do I love what I see? Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? R.I.P If you can't live in peace, then you can die in peace As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I mean it’s simple Can’t fuck wit us I got money on yo head, I don’t do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me and I don’t like to curse in church And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s I mean that, believe that Don’t be short with that work nigga We find out where yo ho work nigga We follow your moms from church nigga You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher Get 'em Tune, I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas These niggas hustling backwards Check your rear-view mirror and your side mirrors OG Kush keep my mind clearer

That choppa get yo mind right I got two choppers, that’s chopsticks Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice Been so long since I seen my eyes white You know I smoke like dry ice Better stay in your lane or get sideswiped It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife Man, it’s like some things will never change You ain’t got a shot in a gun range These chumps ain’t even got chump change Uh, yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti Check yourself before I sign it Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new bitch is so provided, money talks, yours like no comment Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like the Mojave, I get my work from Rico Suave Uh, it’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand If you ever see me broke, write on my cast Boy, my weed so good, I cry when it’s gone Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone Yeah, I’m bout to buy a machine gun We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps I’m sittin on some train tracks, hopin' that bitch speed up I’m strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yeah I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines, I’m Tunechi Lee immortal My name ringing, my name ringing, hello may I take your order? I say, Testarossa over testimony Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my niggas bloods, fuck your syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that shit for dinner, Dedication Hey let me introduce you niggas to America's Most Every nigga round with me carry a tote Sadity bitches, like a nigga Tune on the low They just be like 10 and be doing the most Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you niggas make a year, I could do with the blow You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you, ho The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see These niggas sweet as perfume to me I mean, really, like cartoon to me Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust Young Money, Cash Money, they down with us I got a bitch who want you bitch, you finna give the ho up And don’t buck, shawty listen, you don’t really know us We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin' for dead I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds In gen. pop., nigga, every day in the feds I was chillin on the yard, really going hard And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads King, pussy nigga, but I'm really like a god A-Town nigga, Bankhead, I’m about it Everybody know to fuck with me cuz I got it18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah Mmm... I don't know who you are anymore Talkin' to the man in her mirror That been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit But, you don't even call anymore And you don't even care, so who am I to love anyone? I know it's fucked up Different city, switchin' women Puttin' cups up, gettin' fucked up And, we don't even talk anymore Ain't got no time to spare So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other And that's so fucked up Damn, love don't live here Love, I don't live here She say, "Why you leave your shit here?" I'm tryna be sincere When we both know it ain't right She hate that we can get loose But I can never hang tight But, we don't even make love anymore Actin' like our phone got our attention

Though we watchin' television, and it's painless We act like we strangers I just don't know who we are anymore, damn I'm not supposed to be here 'Cause love don't live here But I'm here, and she here She tell me stay all night She just want a refill And then she want to start fights 'Bout "What about how she feel?" She tell me I'm a cheap thrill I know she don't mean that She think I feed her lies But I don't get no feedback As she watch me pack "Baby where my keys at?" Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I'll be back Her teeth smacked I don't know who you are anymore Talkin' to the man in her mirror That been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit But you don't even call anymore And you don't even care So who am I to love anyone? I know it's fucked up Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up Gettin' fucked up And, we don't even talk anymore Ain't got no time to spare So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other And that's so fucked up I was talkin' to myself the other day My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, "Pray" She say, "I need a day", I said, "I need a bae" She said, "Believe in faith Ma, they love me either way" Hold up, wait Let me set my alarm You say "Don't sweat your alarm" And now the pressure is on So now there's sweat in my palm But her reception ain't warm So my deception performs And then that silence is awkward Like am I deaf or alone? I got a jet in the morn' And she upset and I'm calm And when a woman is scorned Is when your welcome is worn And now her temperature's showin' And I just weather her storm And she expect me to stay I be like, "Let go my arm!" She said... I don't know who you are anymore​ Talking to the man in her mirror I've been fuckin' with these bitches And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit And she say, you don't even call anymore And you don't even care So who am I to love anyone? I know it's fucked up Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up Gettin' fucked up She say, we don't even talk anymore Ain't got no time to spare So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other And that's what's fucked up She say we don't make love anymore Actin' like our phone got our attention Though we watchin' television, now it's painless We actin' like strangers Like we don't know who we are anymore Perfect strangers11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, I see you big bro I'mma kill these niggas man, yeah

Straight off the block with it (Block with it) Eagle Street to be specific (Be specific) I'm peeping at you people different I pay my dues, you keep the difference (Keep the difference) I can see the end in the beginning So I'm not racing, I'm just sprinting 'Cause I don't wanna finish (Wanna finish) They diminish, I replenish Scientific, I'm out this world, ho I wear bright red, like a girl toe No homo, fingernails dirty I've been counting dirty money since twelve thirty (Twelve thirty) AM, weigh them, if they short, take them Right back and spray him, amen Yeah, I just do my Wayne And every time I do it, I do my thing, yeah Believe that, like a true story Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories If I hop out, that'd be suicide No back seats, call that paralyze I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize I mastermind, then go after mine You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine I tote a tool box, bitch, it's hammer time So excuse me as I nail 'em to something I'm just repel 'em, I'mma kill 'em Someone tell 'em, I'mma kill 'em I'm gon' fill 'em up, his momma can't tell 'em And the doctors can't heal 'em I'mma kill 'em and yeah we sell 'em I know you smell 'em And if you want it, you could just yell it And it be in the morning, at your 'telly Whole ki go for twenty, half a ki go for eleven After me there will be nothing I Am Legend, and I Will Smith Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, bitch And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, now say Heh, c’mon Just a snare and a 808 Weezy Baby on the mic, D.O.A OK, I'd like to thank Kanye And my nigga Deezle From giving me this Diesel Like an F-350 Tank never empty Damn everybody in the bank act friendly Used to think my shit didn't stink, boy was I wrong Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone I'mma take it one-two-way back Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap Or the wave pool At Blue Bayou And I waved, fool As I blew by you Hello, hi you I can buy you But I wouldn't try you Feed you to Piru I know what I'm doing I show and prove And show improvement And I know just to go into it Could never amount to going through it Whatever or how you wanna do it We can do it like we late Ay, wait Deezle, let me just get the 808 As I hit the kill switch Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah That I am the best rapper alive I am the best rapper alive And I will eat you alive Think I'm lyin'? Damn I'mma get in a nigga chest like a bunch of phlegm Like a fucking ram On the hunt for the lamb I'mma dump 'em, man

In a dumpster can You ain't a soldier, ask Uncle Sam Hair nappy like Pam Nigga fuck your plan Fuck your man You ain't a pimp unless you get the same bitch To fuck your man And fuck your clan And all my bitches know that's my plan Oh god damn There's my sam–ple Play it like that's my band Gotta get it cleared Suck my dick with red lipstick and don't let it smear And I got a lot of tattoos, and I meant every tear And I'm still on that street shit Back to the beat bitch That's how you let the beat build, bitch Now what's how you let the beat build, bitch Let the beat build, they say And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah And the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes Boom B-Boom B-Boom, they say34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shawty badder than a three-year-old Keep playing and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just saying, with my love I could feed her soul Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes We at the pool and she looking like a center fold Two tattoos but she say she getting plenty mo She got Indian in her family, Seminole Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad when I call other women hoes You send her rose, I pick some flowers and send her those Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe I whisper in her ear then lick round her lobe And when she check her watch, it’s never time to go And with her brain she should make the honor roll And when I came she caught me like a common cold Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you I say damn I must be left 'Cause you the best I ever seen, right Shawty put me on, you got me going like some green lights See you with your girls, they probably telling you that he ain't right Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice Let's get together over night Shawty I'm a pro and you are looking like the prototype Ms. Cita, I took your advice Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice I'm cruising on the road of life but I need a passenger Appetite for loving, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger I be on that lavender I be in the bath with her Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you Now she don't know about me but I'ma put her on it And she ain't sure about me but can't go without me We probably ain't supposed to be together But I wonder if our love affair could last forever And shawty I'm with you Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget you Then I told her to her face If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place

Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you Damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With you and only you15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Grown-ups, in between, children and babies Right about now is your boy, ya heard? Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yeah, well Weezy Wee Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen What you have here is brought to you courtesy of The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want y'all out there to do for me is Say this Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit Pow! One to the head, now you know he dead Now, you know I play it like a pro in the game Naw, better yet, a veteran, a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain 'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy And you already know that pimpin' 18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh! (Let me hit the blunt first) Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (This is Tha Carter, oh) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my (These niggas is hilarious) Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (This is Tha Carter, blap) Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Put your binoculars on, try to see me) 'Cause that my, uh, that my Let's go And I move like the coupe through traffic Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent Your bitch present with the music blastin' And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?" I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up" She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho' Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin' Young Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (shut up) And I ain't just begun I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump

I fly by you in a foreign whip On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit Well, here we go, so hold on to this Now let's go Hold on, let me hit the blunt again So, go Y'all say it with me this time This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is Tha Carter, oh Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (That my DJ, Mannie Fresh) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Uh, that my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (These niggas so mad at me right now, Fresh) Say go DJ, 'cause that my, 'cause that my, 'cause that my (Guess what though, guess what?) Birdman, put them niggas in the trash can Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trash man I'm steady lighting up the hash, and, riding in my Jag You will need a gas mask, man You snakes, stop hiding in the grass Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin' But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?" Holding your throat, choke So, go So, go This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Y’all say it with me This is Tha Carter, oh Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (And that my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Mannie, Mannie Fresh, yes, that’s my DJ) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (And this Tha Carter) Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Call me if you’re fuckin’ with me) Go DJ33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Because my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love Fuck it, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess She gon' have to excuse my ex I'ma have to excuse her pets She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express I'ma have to excuse her text She gon' have to exclude the rest She gon' have to tell dudes to step Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left Messy, messy on some Percocets Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure It's quarter-to-seven They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning Dirty Devil, I'm a mess But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into XO Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love

But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, no pressure, it’s a jungle out here Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel I'm a mess And now she over talking about staying over And she ask could she call her clan over? I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing Now fast forward 'til the morning time Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into Petrol Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones Fuck it more ones, fuck it, more ones I'm​ making a mess with all of these ones Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Weezy Baby) Shh, the fireman comin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh) Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup (They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty) I'm back (I tried told 'em) What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah) I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh) He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh) And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah) And my chain, Toucan Sam that Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no) Gotta be abstract (Oh, no) You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?) Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy) I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey) My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh) I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah) She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em) I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em) It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?) Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah) 'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah) Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah) Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy) No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy) I'm hot, but the car cool She wet, that's a car-pool Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum) Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah) Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah)

Don't snooze (No) Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised Your new girlfriend is old news You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww) Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes) Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes) Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well) So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah) My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right) Half of the game too lazy (Yeah) Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah) Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot) Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah) Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah) They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah) Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on) Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh) Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh) Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?) Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em I-I-I-I-I got 'em Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I I'ma put you out38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Where's my coffee? Good morning, Dr. Carter (Hey sweetie) Looks like it's gonna be a long day Ahh, another one huh? What we got Your first patient (Yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concepts (Uh-huh) Originality (Ugghh) His flow is weak (Another one) And he has no style (Ughhh) What you got for him? (Tssss, okay) Let me put my gloves on, and my scrubs on Dr. Carter to the rescue Excuse me if I'm late, but like a thief it takes Time to be this great, uhh, so just wait Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place And I'm just grace, one, uno, ace And I'm trying make your heart beat like bass Hmm-mm, but you're sweet like cake And I come to fix wherever your shell break Where is your originality? You are so fake So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say All I need is one mic, all I need is one take Like, hey! Brighter than a sun ray Got a pistol on a playground, watch the gun-play Like, no kidding, no kids in the way But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché Gotta stand out like Andre 3K Gotta kick it, kick it like a sensei You gotta have faith, you gottta, gotta Wait, wait, I think I, I think I lost him (Flatline) (Dial 118 please) Good afternoon, Dr. Carter (Nurse) I don't know about this one. His confidence is down, vocab and metaphors needs work, and he lacks respect for the game (Uhhhh, let me see) You think you can save him? Okay, respect is in the heart, so that's where I'mma start And a lot of heart patients don't make it But, hey kid, plural, I graduated 'Cause you can get through anything if Magic made it And that was called recycling, r-e-reciting something 'Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it Some say it's biting but I say it's enlightening

Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest And Dr. Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest Arthritis in my hand from writing But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing So I stopped writing, now I'm like lightning And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan Fast and exciting, my passion is frightening Now let me put some more vocab in your IV Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it And confidence has no budget So pay me no mind, I don't walk it like I talk it 'cause I run it I don't do it 'cause I done it, and I'm in the emergency un-it God dunnit I've lost another one (Flatline) Good evening, Dr. Carter. It's been a long day. But this one looks much better than the others. His respect is back up, concepts sound good, his style is showing strong signs of improvement. All he needs now is his swagger Okay, let me take my gloves off then Swagger tighter than a yeast infection Fly, go hard, like geese, erection Fashion patrol, police detection Eyes stay tight like Chinese Connection I stay tight like pussy at night Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle Had to say it twice, swagger so nice And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price And I don't rap fast, I rap slow 'Cause I mean every letter in the words In the sentence of my quotes Swagger just flows sweeter than honey oats That swagger, I got it, I wear it like a coat Wait, as I put the light down his throat I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow His lungs starting to grow, this one's starting to show Strong signs of life, where's the stitches? Here's the knife Smack his face, his eyes open, I reply "What a night" "Welcome back, Hip-Hop — I saved your life" He looks good, his vitals are up He's looking good, he's looking good I think we got one, Dr. Carter, I think we got one Yep, yep, we got one, we saved him he's good He's good, we got one, he's good (Heartbeat) He's good, we got him We saved him, he's a go He's good34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dedication 6 See, normally this where I'd say "And like that, we gone" Ahh, ah, this that 6 shit Ah, Dedication 6 But really, we just halfway Dedication 6, ah, ahh This that 6 shit, ah, Dedication 6 This just part one! Yah, yah-ahh (Gangsta Griz-ills!) You ain't gotta lie to me But you might have to lie for me You might have to trap for me You know I got mouths to feed You know they got bitches that'd die to be The bitch that'll die for me Strap doves to her body and fly to me But you get too high to me (Y'all ready?) And you don't even believe in Yeezus Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers? She ain't never swallowed semen I don't even believe her speeches You can't even keep a secret Why you wear Victoria Secret You don't even believe in peace I'm fuckin' you with both my fingers Baby I'm out your league, bitch You know there's no more me's, bitch You need to show more cleavage V-neck polo tees, bitch You need to patch your weave, bitch You need to pack your things, bitch You on some "I had a dream" shit It's back to reality, bitch She don't even roll the weed All she do is roll her eyes All she know is social media We don't even socialize I feel like North Korea Even though we oceanside All I say is "Mama-mia" She don't even know her moms

All she say is "This your pussy" She say that to most of the guys She don't even know it's dry I can't even open fire She don't even close her eyes She don't even close the blinds She spit all over the D I'm sticky like porcupines She don't even compromise I still make her cum three times I still make her snort some lines And make her look so surprised I still her make her recognize Make her exercise to a sexier size Then I tell her how to tell better lies Now her extra guys think she never lie We got a better bond, we have a better time She got a wetter pond I cum ahead of time, and a second time And in record time I'm a New Orleans nigga, I make a second line I'm a Megatron I got her legs up like the Omega sign And I know she rolling 'cause I checked her tires Then I checked her eyes, she a little rough around the edges, fine Like Checkers fries And the X was mine She requested five So I gave her two and told her stretch the high We had sex 'til nine, ate breakfast tired Fell asleep eye to eye, thigh on thigh Then she woke up high, like "Oh my God" and tried to rectify But if you naked, why? If you mesmerized be mesmerized If you scared of love, I'm death-defyin' Got to make your mind, I'ma make the guap Got to take your time, I'ma take the shot I'ma wake the block, I'ma break the lock Then rape your thot, then shake the spot I'ma shake your hand when I see you out I'ma shake my head when you turn around Cops shake they head when they see your house We shot it up, but look like we burned it down Hor-Horror scene, bitch Everyday Halloween, bitch Kidnap, hide and seek, bitch I'm a legend like Socrates, bitch I aim at your collard green, bitch Bada-boom, bada-bing, bitch I'm looking for a solid, clean bitch I tell her "Look, honestly, bitch" You ain't gotta lie to me But you might have to lie for me You might have to trap for me You know I got mouths to feed You know they got bitches that'll die to be The bitch that'd die for me Stickin' to a nigga like Siamese And you just on the side of me And you don't even like Adidas Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers? She ain't never had a threesome I dont' even believe her speeches She don't even believe in freedom But all she giving me is freebies You don't even believe in peace I'm fuckin' her with both my fingers 6 shit To be continued D6!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Cut the music up YMCMB, bitches call me "Tunechi Li" I be with niggas that shoot police I keep that iron, you can get creased And if she say she didn't fuck—bitch, you're lying through your teeth They say, "It cost to be the boss" The ones in jail wish they were free Niggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high, as you can see Niggas say they paid they dues; well, I'm checking your receipt Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, "Who but me?" Got your bitch bent over, nigga—hands to her feet Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef 'Cause all my niggas well rounded Don't fuck with none of these square niggas Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California I hit it sideways: caddy-corner Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi!

Lay it down, ho (Haha), lay it down, bitch Lay it down, ho, lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Put the money on the couch, nigga Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch nigga Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga (Yeah) Start it up: vroom, vroom Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom Unless I get the brain: pum-pum She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train: zoom-zoom Tryna get paid too soon, one deep One sweep away in a room-room We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you I squirt-murk you, my verse hurtful My shooters still got curb curfews Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much Hijack y'all some prom bus; ain't no retreat but my arms up No graffiti, my bombs up It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? I'm betting the wedding's off when e'erything wetted on Point 'em out, Truk your life, fuck your style Fuck with me, you a bucket foul Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile You better duck it, pal Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down bitch (And I smoke) Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi) Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm) Shawty, what's your name? Is you trickin'? Is you paying? Is you sniffin' on that 'caine? What the fuck, is you saying? If you getting it, then you getting it It's my money, I ain't splitting it I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it) Came out the bank—Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!" Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye I made a million dollars, swear to God, that ain't no lie I said, them niggas was popping, fake niggas be watching My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no par-tah-tion Oops, I mean "partition"; it's all a part of my vision I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition I said, "Oops, I mean 'partition,; it's all a part of my vision I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition," hehehe Fuck wrong with you bitches? I don’t give a fuck You don’t hear me, you don’t see me—bitch, you gon' feel me, ho Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga Young, Young—lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, aah!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun Beeda but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand with no easy fix, man (damn) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib Drank and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You fuckin' with P.A. so you know what it is I'm sittin on the fours that clack Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs Said we do it for the Pimp so no holding back, let's go! Look who crept in, crept-crept in Look-look who crept in, look-look who L-l-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons Reppin' QB 'til the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants Like Kanye West and Em Track record, goes back to the Essence Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast Gut 'em like a gastric bypass But ya Nas advocates actors seem To get typecast in the same role Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow

Cocaine white Range Rov' Tats on my body like an art exhibit I did real good for a project nigga Was once a Bacardi sipper Now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected Chowed down, now my food's digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit Let's get one thing straight That my crown ain't for testing, testing Chop heads off like King Henry the Eighth Guillotine to your neck, bitch I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb Been in this shit since '91 Niggas can't fuck with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wildin' dude Studied Taoism and made power moves Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food You can say that's how I move A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas But yo, my nigga Wayne Let them niggas hate, 'cause like my nigga Drake say "We ain't got time to respond to niggas" I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything I be I'm a shotta when I pop up with them poppers, burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham Word to Poppa, Blood, Bl-Blood gang, five It’s that Blood gang five but green is the bottom line I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fire They actin' like they ain’t gon' die, until I let them 'llamas fly Flatbush to Bed Do-or-Die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want Cash Money is the company, and Weezy the boss! They say I’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able Hm... Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible! They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth Got 'em sayin' "There he goes again!" See now, they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga run And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistaking How I be breakin' up everything And be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch? Okay, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with "Tha Carter IV"17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate She's sleepin' very gently so now they're startin' to enter it And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally And love die physically, my love cry miserably Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me She fucked thy niggas, see now they both iggin' me But demons got dignity, demons got memories I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' 'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands She agree to my demands too Brought the demon out her ass too I'm a demon, I demand you A demon with demands, a demon with demands I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon, I demand you You brought the demon out the man, ooh Brought the demon out the man, ooh The demon out the man, you Brought the demon out the man, ooh You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?" Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past

A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands A demon with demands, a demon with demands I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon by demand too Yeah, brought the demon out the man, ooh She agree to my demands too You done brought the demon out the man, ooh Brought the demon out her ass too Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate She's sleepin' very gently, so now they're startin' to enter it And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally And love die physically, my love cry miserably Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me She fucked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me But demons got dignity, demons got memories I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' 'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' A demon, with demands A demon, with demands You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?" Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past Brought the demon out her ass too You done brought the demon out the man, ooh Demonic, demonic Demonic, demonic Demonic, demonic Demonic, demonic, demonic Demon with demands, demon with demands Demon with demands, demon with demands10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm sorry for the wait, nigga I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, nigga Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner (Jahlil Beats, holla at me) Uh, I'm sorry for the wait, nigga (sorry!) I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga (bop!) I put up some ornaments today nigga (why?) Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga This that Sorry 4 the Wait 2 (Sorry 4 the Wait 2!) That AK shoot like K Du (bop!) Had to tell myself, "Tune, just stay tuned" (ay) Swear I got the hardest floor, my shit break brooms (ooh!) Uh, I been hot since 1998, nigga (ay) That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga (ay!) Hope you know the Feds got Instagram They liking every photo that you take, nigga! I was totin' a gun before a switchblade (yeah) Cut your head off and put it on display (bitch) Boy, we find out where you live and then we invade (bitch) Boy, we do not kill no kids, but your bitch dead (bitch!) Ooh, shawty like the way that you floss out (ay) Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out (ugh!) I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count This world is only preparation for the next (alright) Money bags under my eyes, money over rest Tryna get a hundred M's out the alphabets (uh) Open up my mouth to smile, ooh, treasure chest (ooh!) Ooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him (Steve J!) I just bought a new .44 and I'm a proud owner (bop, bop, bop!) Belfast and Monroe, that was our corner (that's true!) Fuckin' fast in your ho, ooh, cowabunga Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar (Xan bar) My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar (caviar) Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark (ay) I don't know how you like your steak, but I'm in rare form (get 'em!) Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em (get 'em!) Mama jumped out a plane, I was air-borne (see ya) Gold watches, gold chains; watch for Leprechauns (what?) Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar Kill him when he least expect it, at a restaurant (blaow!) Throw him with the rest of 'em, in a reservoir (run it) I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir! (ayy!) Woo, my Nina Ross got a bad mouth (yeah) Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow (yeah) Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out (fuck 'em!) If you ain't got a warrant, get up out my damn house! This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (2!) This a all white affair, I brought the yay through (come on) She said, "Tunechi, skate through, and I'ma skate you" I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, bop, grape juice! (ah!)

Woo, tell them bitches free dick and blow Give me head, can't kiss no more (nope!) I got: free jewelry, car keys, and more And I just started robbin' like a week ago! Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more (no!) Two hundred thousand for a show, you gotta speak to Po (Po!) Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit (Young Money shit) No Cash Money, just Young Money shit (woo!) Woo, got me on my Young Money shit, yeah Yeah, hahaha My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me Mula!42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> What's good, brother? Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you You niggas talkin' too much shit I'm about to find a good plumber Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus You dead, brother I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang" 'Til your heart stop drummin' I shoot you while the sun don't shine, this a hot summer But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off This bitch sound like a hard cough I'm a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts Cut the hog head and the tail off I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on And once it wear off, then, bitch, don't touch me like a airball Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9" But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime I don't FaceTime with my new thang New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind But I still see in the dark, nigga Dark nigga, Akon I'm on my shit like maggots And they then they grow and they fly Got real bitches with fake asses With real views and fake eyes It's stupid, I'm stupid I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin' Your partners is poodles Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I'm stupid Your crocodile's toothless Titty-fuck your baby mama She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it (Mama Mia) I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi I'm shinin' my Uzi They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out Hopin' I don't smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I'm douchin' Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em Lil' Tunechi a shotta Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta Turn a nigga noodle to nada Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it I cried as I view it, I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait She European and she from Aruba, she from the States Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate We throw them B's up high as the moon, suwu in space I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way Don't ask me what I make, I'ma be answerin' all day Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face I cannonballed her face Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint Damn, I lost the faith Don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case You can't avoid the Drac' Drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way Now pass the phone to bae I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave

He faker than the lashes on his babe, I'm like lashes on a slave I'm ashin' on his head He ain't got no credit and his Apple Card is dead What's in your wallet? (Mama Mia) Funeral10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 'Cause I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite Yeah, my bitch got a wife Yeah, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied Yeah, bad bitch on my team, mmm Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen Got lipstick everywhere I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lawd I got liquor, I got cigarettes And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin' She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein She kill it like she married to the mob I can't let one of these hoes lock me down mama She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond 'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades Don't let it blow up in your face now Had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K9 Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake So hard for me to put on a fake smile I had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K9 I got cocaine, I got cigarettes I don't do neither, it's at my bitch request She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck Her suicide note say she love me to death Ooh, for her Lewinsky is so critical And I didn't mean to get political I watch her, let her figure slither But I don't look into her snake eyes I ain't got no type, no But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite And these niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line I'm sorry for the wait til I drop that Carter 5 'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades Don't let it blow up in your face now Had to buy my dick a barricade And a mothafuckin' K943EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Carter IV, it's on Yeah, it sound like that Lil', man, they be like "Wayne That nigga right over there, that nigga's from another planet" Cut the weed, pop-pop Insanity shit, niggas from this planet can't see U-u-u-u-uhh Hot's what it is, watch what the kid drops I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs Off of the thizz, but I'm boss It don't matter what the cost When I live right across from the Wiz Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid Leavin' nothin' but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder Lil Weezy cookin' and I'm a server Further, that's what I'ma get doing this Remember when eating Gerber Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne He's gettin' all the people knowin' that Strange in the game I been really able to hang in the fame But when he shouted my name, it's been a change in my lane I'm a Klusterfuk and lovin' nothin' but to get your brain

And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut And take a nigga's dame with no shame Really be bussin' up, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang You drug and touchin' every thang, you lame Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this Ballin' nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga, "All those flows are borrowed" It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload, of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender Please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s assembled like nobody He's a symbol of what's safari Pulled her ponytail to my body She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder How come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well tonight then We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than Welcome to Tha Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sound like my mic is right I am not a human Shout to all my moon men Yeah they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine And niggas don’t cross the line Niggas stay in line Like welfare I'm Saint Elsewhere Hotter than the Devil? Nigga, hell yeah Rock-a-bye baby Homicide baby That's more tear drops, call me cry baby What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9 Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I’m a young God Swagger unflawed Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I’m shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup, yuck Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone Laugh now, die later motherfucker You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Man I’m so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow Gun at your eyebrow: Pow-Pow Man I ball hard, even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampons Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on Choke-hold around this shit 'cause I’m so hands-on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall, and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital "You can join" Yeah, what y’all wanna do? I’m all ears Smoking on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (ha-ha) Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (Uh, yeah) Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea

I am spending much more than I’m making On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information? I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I’m with Young Money, tell that magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery (Okay) Nigga peep the shit I’m wyling on I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone (Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia Yeah, I call it how I see it Y’all some pussy ass niggas: we should call ya gonorrhea You keep talking that shit, I’ma see ya Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uh, I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga Change my name, I ain't like average Joe, nigga Up above wit' my above average ho, nigga Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline Killas on the inside, and on your blindside Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows Ooh, kill 'em - It's that "Carter V", let me get 'em I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon And you gon' respect my mind and my sign and my emblem You got money on your mind and we aimin' at your temple Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga Or the flowers on your grave gon' be dyin’ every winter And as long as I’m alive I'm a financial wizard Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga I get money, I'm a hustler So if you buyin' what I'm sellin’, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, "You are what you smoke" I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children I ain't lyin', slime, all my niggas balling, it's a fuckin' team sport I could change the world, but I done lost the remote All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, ho I could change the world, I'd rather change to beast mode Coke sniffers and dope stickers And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga Pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga, to those niggas 'Cause life's too fuckin' short, nigga, get old, nigga I ain't lyin', got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer Be a role player, role model, while you roll with 'em They say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em Man, all my niggas targets, that's includin' me, ho I could change the world, I'd rather change the people And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles All your haters fuelin', my needle broke Lord, I ain't a broke nigga I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get money, I'm a hustler So if you buyin' what I'm sellin', you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up

See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, "You are what you smoke" I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> StreetRunner So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the streets of gold But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Ha! Momma always told me I was crazy And my hoes say I'm amazing, but I don't listen to a lady But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say "No bitch, I'm blazing" Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine Like wine; wait, watch... See? I get better with time like a watch Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch! I Kix it No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it Wherever she asks me, after she licks it "That's too explicit"; well, why you listening? *Sniff* I smell smoke, and something's sizzling That's her pussy So, hey, pussy; play with pussy or play pussy But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Hahahaha! They say, "You're nobody 'til somebody kills you Well, where I'm from, you're nobody 'til you kill somebody And you know what they say; when you great It's not "murder," it's "assassinate" So assassinate me, bitch 'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch Same balcony, like, "Assassinate me, bitch!" It's Lil Tunechi I don't rap, I film movies With my rap, you could call me "Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap Cut! On to the next... Not the next scene, bitch, the next check Some say the X makes the sex 'spec- So play with the pussy or play pussy So you've got so many diamonds Hey, pussy, lay pussy You wear all the finest clothes Do what I... say, pussy, and I say, I say And your grill is shining Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha As you're driving down the streets of gold Hey, pussy, haha! But you can't blame me Hey pussy, don't play pussy If I set this stage on fire! Get 'em! Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval Married to the game, divorced the cathedral Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people Forced into evil, it's all in your head It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita 'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya? 'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features He could smell the ether, you can see Cita You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features And she don't play neither But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire! C3, 3Peat24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

I can't fuck with ho niggas, I can't trust these hoes neither Wake up early in the mornin', eat that pussy like cold pizza Hatin' ass niggas be baller blocking, actin' like some goalkeepers There's a reason for everything, but my niggas kill for no reason Camo shorts with a ho-beater, all-black hoodie, I'm Grim Reaper Look like it's time for spring cleaning Brand-new spanking streetsweeper Been in the game, I'm knee deeper I like good head, I like good reefer All my niggas strapped and ready to set it off, Queen Latifah Got a chopper with a drum, split Swishers with my thumb Get money like Donald Trump, double-barrel on that pump This kush I got ain't no chump, get stupid and get stomped Two guns, I call 'em Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross'll make you jump Gotta do what a nigga gotta do Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in twos Gotta go, I stick it and move, G-code, I stick to the rules Last night I got so high I swear to God I went to the moon I'm on that shit you can't get nowhere You pussy boy, don't go there If I don't do nothing I'mma ball, no hair Smoking on that "Oh yeah," my niggas tote that hardware What you 'bout, whoadie? My niggas 'bout that warfare Real nigga since day one 'cause I ain't promised day two Throw that pussy at me, bitch, I think I'm Babe Ruth Droptop Maybach on the way, yeah, that's that new Landaulet She let me into her jungle, I'm gonna hit her with that rattlesnake Guns clap like patty-cake, Blood gang red bandana face Make them pussies pop they self, you can call that "masturbate" I don't front, don't fabricate, I get high, I gravitate Weezy F. Baby, bitch, the "F" is for Fascinate Louisiana, I'm from that swamp, I'ma pull this bitch out and dump Better run like Forrest Gump, fuck you and where you from Three, Two, I am the One, job well done I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, twelve months What's up Redbone? What's up Caramel? Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale Yeah I'm high, bitch; bitch, I parasail Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait Thank you28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Phew, phew, yeah If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) Look, look, look, funeral I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They  say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh) You  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' All  these burners here hot, but we coolin' I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em I was dead broke, sleep on the futon Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run If I take your shit, can't give you no refund Ten mil' for a deal I agree on I put on for Atlanta like Deion Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em From the apartments to an arena Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him Look at God's child drivin' the Demon Fuck what you heard I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent

I smoke the best exclusive I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it Told myself to continue my duties I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it Just like I play for Emilio Pucci I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki I need a favorite woman like The Fugees It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" (Yeah) I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you Funeral9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We are at war with the universe The sky is falling and the only thing that can save us now Is sensitivity and compassion Da da da, da-da-da, da da da Da da da, da-da-da, da da da, ooohh But I know one thing's for sure I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down Yeah, some say tragedy's hard to get over But sometimes that tragedy means it's over Soldier, from the academy league of rollers I deny being down though they seem to hold us My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong I ain't doing nothing but moving on, let the truth be known But they talked that freedom at us And didn't even leave a ladder, damn I work at the corner store We all got problems, problems No one's gonna fly down low No one's gonna save us now How you feel you're not alone We're all just jealous, jealous We don't reach the sky no more We just can't overcome, no You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? I, knock on the door, hope isn't home Fate's not around, the luck's all gone Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right And I'mma tell you what's life, and did you know I lost everything? But I ain't the only one First came the hurricane, then the morning sun Excuse me if I'm on one And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one They tryna tell me keep my eyes open My whole city underwater, some people still floating And they wonder why black people still voting Cause your president still choking Take away the football team, the basketball team And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit No governor, no help from the mayor Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer Let's pray These friends they come and go But I got family, family These kids so fast they grow They learn so quickly now That there's nowhere to go

That there's no future, future Don't make this here so low And we can't overcome, no You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? Yeah, and if you come from under that water then there's fresh air Just breathe, baby, God's got a blessing to spare Yes, I know the process is so much stress But it's the progress that feels the best Cause I came from the projects straight to success, and you're next So try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside Then find it and keep on grinding Cause in every dark cloud, there's a silver lining, I know Yeah, yeah, yeah See right now we just riding on love A shot in the dark We ain't tryin to do nothing but hit the heart We need love That's all y'all, that's all You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? Yeah, born right here in the USA But due to tragedy looked on by the whole world as a refugee So accept my emotion Do not take it as an offensive gesture It's just the epitome of my soul and I must be me We got spirit y'all, we got spirit We got soul y'all, we got soul They don't want us to see, but we already know25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz! Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!) Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) Yeah Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!) Young (ay-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it, like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright) Now, I was bouncing through the club She love the way I Diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes—Young Money! If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Fly! Yeah) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah) Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly! Come on) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly! Come on) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Streets!) It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) Like some clap-on lights in this bitch I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch (Uh-huh) Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh) Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smiling (Ugh) He mugging—who cares?

'Cause my goons are right here Like it's nothing to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly! Uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah) If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, ugh) Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like— Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy! And everybody say: "Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?" Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy! Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit So Rolex-watch this: I do it, four-five-six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it, I'll blow that shit 'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch! If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh Um... Young Mula, baby15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated All you haters hold hands and jump off a building I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia Backpack full of artillery, one me, no equivalent These niggas acting like lil bitches I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket The end of the road is at walking distance Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin In yo face like a airbag in a car collision My weed man so consistent I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me Your bitch is sendin' naked pictures to me Then she shoot over to my house, I scoot over in a bed I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet uh Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne And the weed so strong I can feel veins Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed And my girl at home with the mood swings Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain Pop some pills that make me sleepy Hoes creep me in they Teepee I hope that pussy taste like kiwi Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed What's in my Louis backpack, that’s E.T Snitches give me the heebeegeebees I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini? I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees Money over queens, fuck you blow me I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh I danced with the devil in my dreams When I wake up I still hear the same song Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out Flood warning nigga, I’m about to brainstorm, lil nigga I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl Make em share the same dick It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5 I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6

Lil Tunechi Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit All I need is a shovel and a ditch You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is Run in his home and show me where the kids Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge That’s me, him nigga Black piece AP, gold trim nigga Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga Keep quiet, beef we deep fry it I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots Mommy opposed their lead tight On that old bullshit, Pete Myers They scream and seize fire My audible like Godfather meets Wire A felon in the whip Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips Shots whistled like a kettle when it’s lit I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship Call the Barney Rubble in the whip Made her kick rocks, blow haze from ziplocks uh13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (That's right) Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch) Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know) M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (Ayy) Yeah Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah) I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr) Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick I know But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin' Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah) Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Yeah Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh) In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah) Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch) Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?) He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah) These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch) I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn) I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) That cake, like it's, it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? Where money's more important than a person, nigga Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay) I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh)

I'm just bein' modest (Yeah) Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah) Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do (Uh) Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah) I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) I love it, I fuckin' love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah) Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money, yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ooh! Yeah Lil Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan These pussy ass niggas can't guard me These rookie ass niggas still crawlin' These lookin' ass niggas eyeballin' These hookin' ass bitches eyeballin' But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin' These crooked ass cops still winnin' Black man family still mournin' Black President ain't do nothin' We need a real nigga up in that office Got the White House jumpin' like Jordan Got the crack house jumpin' like Jordan I want my new house bigger than Jordan's With a backyard bigger than a forest Like "ooh" bedroom jumpin' like Jordan Hoes at the door and they arguin' This dick a superstar, they want stardom My life like Bailey and Barnum's These bitches ain't got no manners These niggas ain't got no standards My bitch ain't got no love handles Boy, I'm clippin' that toe on that camel I got bitches that'll kill for me – Charles Manson Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow Ooh, chopper sittin' on my lap like the mall Santa Nigga, shoot you all in your gall bladder Your pallbearers need pallbearers I'm mixing weed like gumbo I knock your head off – Fumble Homeboys be cutthroat That shit got me with a lump throat But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley Young Money was my best investment Going harder than my predecessor I don't break records, I sets the records Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em Got a house in the hills Now a nigga gotta deal With mountain lions and coyotes Semi, I keep that semi And friendly, I can't be friendly Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles You look like Wendy's House in the hills jumpin' like Jordan I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties I got a bitch over there, and a bitch over there A young nigga starting to feel cornered My LA house jumpin' like Jordan My Miami house jumpin' like Jordan Can't forget about my house in New Orleans So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry I want my new bitch titties enormous With a backyard and a pretty garden With a pussy more pink than a orchid Young nigga gonna treat it like a florist I got my side bitch feeling important I got my main bitch feeling immortal I got my ex bitch feeling insulted Cause wifey get money like Kimora I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted Cause I'mma put this dick on her 'til tomorrow I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo Then I'mma take the top off like a barber I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor She's so down with this New World Order Fuck the shit out her in a sauna Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton Got a goon named Fernando At the front door your condo Knock-knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho Bad bitch with a nice throat She ice cold and she like hoes Ooh, she just my type

These other hoes just typos Young nigga coming back like Jordan So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash But a nigga 'stache like James Harden Young nigga drank lean like water Young nigga smoke weed like Marley Young nigga on the Moon like Warren Young nigga on this shit like Charmin Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton Fuck her all night long to some Marvin Fall asleep in the pussy, good lordy Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin' Young nigga got guns, good luck Nina Ross say "Me so horny" Lil Tunechi, at the top it's so lonely Got fat pockets, never bony I'm with a model bitch, she so bony I done shook shit up, it's so foamy I just cooked this up, it's still hot You could still smell the kitchen on me Nigga I'll have your homies Singing "Damn I miss my homie" I got a mountain of weed I got a mountain of cash I got mountains like Wyoming I got a bad bitch and she foreign She always mad with me, I'm sorry She say "Damn why you can’t call me?" "Cause they be taxin' for that roaming" She a tan bitch, she orange I can’t stand a snitchin' informant Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman While y'all boys was still sparrin', uhh This that Sorry For The Wait 2 Tell the dead homies you pray to You on your way too That the truth is hard to swallow You got fake juice Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan I'll put your homeboy face on a T-shirt And put your own face on a milk carton Busy, I’ve been so busy Ain’t even got time for quickies That’s why my bitch been so bitchy I’m out here tryin' to get me I’m coming back out jumpin' like Jordan I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m tardy I wrote a letter to my competition It started off with: Dearly Departed Hippie, I be so trippy Give her pussy a hicky I hope she ain’t strictly dickly So we can menage to Nicki, ooh41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Open up your hearts, people Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one Yeah, uh-huh I'm drinking hot tea, bitch Feel me Yeah, now if you let me, you won't regret me Shit, if you let me, you won't forget me Remember? And if you don't then ponder Hold up, bow! bow! there's a reminder I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna I sweat money, and the bank is my shower Haha, and that pistol is my towel Haha, so stop sweating me, coward And I would die for ours Ride for hours, supply the flowers This is history in the making Now shut the fuck up and let me make it Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now So am I, yeah, yeah I spit Alcatraz bars, I know And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket Bitch, I'm grown, fuck what you on Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne And if I jump, I'ma fly and look into the eagle's eye And see, I am nothing like you, why? Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me And if you shootin' for the stars, then just shoot me But your bullets don't reach Mars Paws, claws, because I'm a beast, I'm a dog I'll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary Next to the definition of "Definition"

Because repetition is the father of learnin' And son, I know your barrel burnin', but— Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher Ayy, I'ma talk to my daddy Papa, I did it to 'em! I'm a bastard! And I'ma do it again, like "nigga" backwards These niggas backwards, but they behind us Now, watch me get high, like, time's up Nah, D., bring the drums back And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that I get respect 'cause if I don't, I'ma take it I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision 'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission I'm aiming at a mirror Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher And I've done it before Please don't make me do it no more Please don't shoot me down 'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher Watch me soar Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar Ohhhhhhhhhh Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying I'm flying, I'm higher20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button Belly button, big ol' titties, she pop buttons, head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percocets, that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smokin' science lab I should have a tattoo that say, "I am nothin' like my dad" Jesus Christ, amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Oooh, Lordy," smellin' like Cool Water Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie My little bitch body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God callin’ (Hello?) We makin' an impact, my nigga We not just black, nigga, we rich and black, nigga And all them bitches they been after niggas They run away then they come limpin' back, nigga Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie My lil' bitch body'll solve it And when you say, "Timber," please, will you whisper? My nigga, I'm quietly fallin', shhhhh If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home, every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat

Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothing, well they say, "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen! My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie More bitches more problems, lil whoadie That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie? I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie Yea If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She live in Fort Lauderdale And I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over She said "OK, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife And keep my house clean I say "Shut the fuck up Put this dick back in your mouth please" I don’t see nothing wrong with Some mouth and lip service Tunechi in this bitch I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch I didn't answer my phone I said I couldn't get service My new Nina just told me That she sick of being a virgin Bagging up the work For a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my bitches help Before they leave I check their purses Sorry for the wait The confusion, the disturbance Got me movin' weight Prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in the kitchen In the trap house with my shirt off I'ma get these millions And I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin' Talkin' bout the third ward The D.A. was a dick And the Judge was a jerkoff Got a bad bitch Body curvy like a curveball Let her drink too much Now her pussy taste like Smirnoff Sleepin' on chinchilla Boy I'm cozy like a furball Fuck the other side Nigga we could have a turf war Sorry for the wait Had to drop this part two and shit Just to let you know That a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave On my Roots Part Two shit Got to let 'em know That Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch Bop-bop-bop! Fuck with me wrong get that hammer Thank God I'm home from the slammer Was gone for that hammer Stompin' the yard like a gamma Niggas was goin' bananas I'm calm like a camel I'm smokin' that strong like a Camel I bet my life when we gamble Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos I'm in that Lam Diablo Pew, like ammo I'm gone Two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone Rich forever – Jerry Jones

I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin' Like the House of Deréon This plane that I'm on Is private, my very own So no checkin' my carry-ons She sent a picture naked, I said "It's on" But she live in Fort Lauderdale And I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over She said "OK, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife And keep my house clean I say shut the fuck up Put this dick back in your mouth please I don’t see nothing wrong with Some mouth and lip service Tunechi motherfucker Tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch I didn't answer my phone Said I couldn't get service My new Nina just told me That she sick of being a virgin Now I don't get excited Nigga, I just get exotic I don't get invited To these bitches pity parties I don't do narcotic Even though a nigga got it Countin' all this money I feel like I got arthritis Baggin' up the work For a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my bitches help Before they leave I check their purses Sorry for the wait The confusion, the disturbance Boy we movin' weight Prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in the kitchen In the trap house with my shirt off I'm gon' get these millions And I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin' Talking 'bout the third ward The DA was a dick And the Judge was a jerk off We yellin' Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Yeah, you hear us yellin' Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Blood gang, nigga And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, woo And I'm so sorry for the wait too, yea Sorry for the wait Had to drop that part two and shit Just to let you know That a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave Talking Roots part two and shit Sorry for the wait Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah My lil brother Capo in this bitch with me He's on that moonrock Shit be gettin' all in your mouth – pause Nigga! I'm sorry for the fucking wait Was busy Racing Ferraris with lil Reginae That's gangsta You know I always come in second place You hatin' It's written all over your fuckin' – Bitch, you jealous Woo And I was right, yeah, haha Bitch, you jealous Stuntin' on niggas Stunt, stunt – The shit niggas don't like Tell a fuck nigga – "Bitch, you jealous" I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, apologetic Bitch you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit Pop! Hah Sorry for the – Riding 'round like Pablo Still talking that blanco My Nina sing soprano

So we gon' leave on a high note Come out my shell like Rafael And crack yours like a taco Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne Make him change his name to John Doe It's me and my lil brother Capo Lil Marly G and my bottom bitch If I'm falling, it's bottomless If I'm tripping, it's a power trip Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates And with that said, I climb the fence My other bitches gotta ride the bench And with that said... bitch you jealous I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers I think I should headline Coachella My woman a Queen like Coretta And nigga you sleep with the Devil I couldn't be Junior forever I don't mean to ruffle your feathers But I had to spread my wings Ain't trying to get lemon-peppered Got too many pistols, too many issues Too many mistakes, too many miscues Only made me better, it turned me into The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue Suit yourself because this suit is a rental Now the snow is just coming in Like I broke a window to an igloo Slow a bitch down like "Un momento" I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized I'd rather get used by a cutie pie If she ain't fucking it's Uber time I'd rather be advised than supervised You do the math, we do the numbers We pour champagne and expensive wine In water guns and shoot each other I get high, meditate like a monk Preposterous when I get drunk And my goons is wilder than Gronk My do's is as bad as my don'ts Met a kinda-cute bitch with a donk As long as the bitch got a donk And I smell like; pussy, money, and weed She say "Ooh, I like your cologne" The last niggas tested us flunk So please study hard, study long Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone And text you to please hurry home And the rain drops turn into blood Look like you just come in from a storm And if all pussies come with walls I hope you run into your own Nigga I come with that heroin flow I come with that never before My CMB days are dead I ain't worried 'bout ghost I married the MOB, we divorced Hoo, and all that shit dead without me of course It's nothing; a zombie, a corpse You burnt yourself and was supposed to pass me the torch Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes, nigga I'm sorry for the fucking wait Was busy, searching my calendar for better days I found 'em, you either turn the page or tear the page Y. M., Young Money; never age Bitch, you jealous, woo And I was right, yeah Tell a fuck nigga "Bitch, you jealous" Stuntin' on niggas Stunt, stunt; the shit niggas don't like, yeah Bitch you jealous I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic, hey Bitch you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit, hey Pop! Wait38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah That noise in the background, that's my skateboard That nigga Mack crazy Yeah, uh I put my shooters on they feet I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep The money turned my niggas into monsters The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord The money turned my face into a stocking Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy Don't make me turn the kid to a foster My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord Body parts in the duffel The bullets turn your body to a puzzle

The money turn my bitch into a monster She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord The money turn my niggas into killas The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla The money turnt the bitches into hoes The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord I put my shooters on they feet Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze She from the hood but look like she from overseas I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun Boy, we could sell white, in Africa It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit And now I'm drooling on my chain "What happened to Wayne?" I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second? Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit Watch me pull up with no roof Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits Bitch! Riding 'round with the volume down With the windows up and the choppers down Soon as we get to your block It's the motherfuckin' other way around My bitch say I'm too wild She don't even know why she stay around I get home and I dick her down Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows If these bullets was paintballs I could fuck around and I could paint a house You could tell I'm pimpin' Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out I bring wine to Amy house We smoke it out and we drank it out And talk about these pussy niggas Tthat ain't about what Wayne about I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside" I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL Should've been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12 One time for your mind, bitch, never say "Nevermind," bitch You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense Had a nine since I was nine, bitch Yeah, born to murder Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me? They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch Sorry 4 The Wait, woo31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin' Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards I'm gettin head while givin' head, that's a head-on collision I'm on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill These niggas ain't for real, like a fire drill Yo ho on my back like a fuckin' fifth wheel That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gils I put all my niggas on, but some of those niggas gone Them niggas callin' my phone, leave me alone I'm lightin' up that strong, then pass it to my bro Numbers don't lie: except 5-0 Different colored TruckFit shirts, you niggas put on yo skirts If I die off these percs, put a bad bitch in my hearse My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk If we run out of work, we Rob, like Bert Yeeeeaaaaaaaah Niggaaaa! 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My niggas rollin 4-seata; that bitch going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater Hit squad move burbons, young nigga on freeband .30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man; I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self Pistol to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Running round with my gangstas, running up on these yellow hoes Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors It's pussy, money, and kush, skateboards and shroom These niggas think they the shit, these niggas perfume Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed We don't cut the coke, that's Diet Coke These niggas broke, I'm paid in full Blood gang, Red Bull My tongue like a surfboard, and her pussy like a wave pool Tunechi 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ahem I'd like for you to take this time And remember where you was The first time you heard Dedication If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2 Could you tell me? Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a Black president D4 and 5, we got back to business Y'all done copied the rhymes Y'all done stole the artwork Tried to emulate my shit-talkin' Weezy and Dram' — we are the Mixtape Blueprint Hahaha! You welcome A Dedication I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!"; feeling all on me, TSA She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates I got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's Don't watch movies, don't go to plays I watch cuties, porn, and play I got Uzis on the way I don't be choosey, I don't be safe I don't get woozy, I get the waist My bitch ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist I been dreamin' I caught a body — That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste? Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA

That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate She's gon' take it to the face, like "thin line between love and hate" I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA OMW to your trap, (Blap!), now I'll be On My Way I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away Six shit, (blrrrp) Dedicated To the culture that Tunechi birthed To the sons and daughters of Weezy Y'all niggas still watching a master at work I already got... D6 I already got the Ganja I already got the Fanta All black like Uganda Hair back like E. Honda, wait Hardhat like a condom Your skull crack, then we crowned you Shark bite to a flounder Bar fight to a bouncer, wait All Franks like Sinatra Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit All y'all take a seat on this toilet Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin Thought about your coffin and started barfin' Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin' Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets Waitin' on departure, waitin' on a sculpture Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage And her pussy better smell like a orchid Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet With a yellowbone car Smoke green, that's Marley Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report her World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller System so solar, got white like Crayola Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan This is that six shit, the sickness is showin' The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin' The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin' The dollars are torn, they're fishin' for coins I continue goin', I get to the boar and I rip off his horns, six in the mornin' Then I just yawn and forget to mourn and Give to the star, it's 6, the reward14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us Love only lasts if my heart races on So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on, yeah, on I'm racing on, yeah My heart races on Uh, I'm priceless Remember me like they remember the Titans Reality bit me, and continue to bite me Got no degree, but where I'm from that’s the original climate Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond

Hold on Lord, if my Bugatti come to a dead-end I've already been everywhere except Heaven And tomorrow’s not promised When I'm gone but not forgotten I hope my homies calming down my mama, Lord I guess I'll see you on that other side Where the flowers never die the angels never lie Yeah, the revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized Lord, mama hate I got my daddy’s eyes Never looked into my daddy’s eyes He ain't have the time Fuck him The revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) On (I'm gone) I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) My heart races on Uh, Tunechi, you an angel Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it, then exchanged it Fuck it, I'm working, bitch, I know you see me working Searching for better days before a better person I'm perfect Just ask my bitch and she’ll say that so urgent I purchase My children gifts and I just keep the curses Yeah My heart right, and my head ain't 'Cause I'm never in my right mind But I'm Einstein when I do think And I grew wings If you catch a feather, just keep it And I’ll be racing on; no shortcuts, no cheating When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas (Errrr) Burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on (My heart right and my head ain't) I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) On (I'm gone) I'm racing on, yeah (There’s nothing left but to fly high If you catch a feather just keep it) My heart races on This morning I woke up on my good side Life is just a race against time so have a good time Heart racing, thoughts racing Competition, goodbye I turn around and run backwards To see what second place look like Oh Lord, what are we running from? The police, 'cause they already killed enough of us Stay out them streets 'cause they don’t fuck with us They hunting us We in a race against racists, that’s a color run I keep my feet above the ground We gon' run the town Heart racing on, beat-beat-beating, knock and pound Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick Mack in here Pooh in here Scoob in here with me Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up I’ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up Money in the air, who said white men can't jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one

Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus I’m stickin' to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo' ass up Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie) I got, yeah I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie) I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (Plenty woadie) I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi; call me semicolon Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin' I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden, yeah Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one I got hittas, woadie I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (Plenty woadie) I got hittas, woadie (Hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (In hieroglyphics) Weezy, where you been? The people miss you Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals​, they armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie) 'Cause I got hittas woadie He's a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking Sometimes it feels so awkward She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to" Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours And she say cool And if you like it I love it If she like it I love it See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking Cause every time she try to tell me something, she open up her mouth, I stick my tongue in She got a piercing in her vagina, a skirt with nothing under And she say when she don't see me, she feels like Stevie Wonder That's when I said, "Work, work, work If you want that purse, skirt, shirt" And she made me cum 100 times She made me cum 100 times Man, she got that work, work, work I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first And then made her cum a 100 times She kinda green but I'm color blind See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking Sometimes it feels so awkward She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to" Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours And she say cool Uh, I like that shit And she bite that lip when she like that dick Ooh, I like that shit And she bite that lip don't fight that dick girl, girl Fucking with you, well, I'ma need another shower I'ma need another shower Can you help me take another shower? Then we gonna make each other shout There's steam in the air, fog everywhere

She can get her hair wet cause it's her real hair I be like, "Hell Yeah" And she be like, "Fucking right" Now she got one leg in the air, I'm pulling on her hair And she say I can pull it, cause it's her real hair She be like, "Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah" cause I fuck her right That's when I said, "Work, work, work If you want that purse, skirt, shirt" And she made me cum 100 times She made me cum 100 times Man, she got that work, work, work I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first And then made her cum a 100 times She kinda green but I'm color blind Then I said, "See we ain't got much in common So we don't do that much talking Sometimes it feels so awkward"8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got old money, take a bath in hundreds My way or the highway and I see traffic comin' It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitchin' If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin' You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted My navigation system say, "It's death around the corner" I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin' Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin' I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age Ain't no such thing as too paid Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho Shake that ass ho When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons Better call the platoon If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets I'm so rich I go pour Champagne and don't drink it Ice on my neck like I fainted These are the thoughts of the brainless No new friends, we don't talk to strangers Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit Full clip in my Mac 10 Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave Whip it like a new slave D5 Whattup five Take that coke to the stove And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Woo! Hahahaha I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me My homie got that yopper, he a-bang it at a copper Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet All-black four-four, do you want foreplay? I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay No champagne, but you know my flag rosé Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fucking mountain Illest nigga you know, my accountant still counting Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body still bouncing Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you

Robin Leach—uh, that's how we ballin' You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party Big-head Desert Eagle, call it Sade I just get that money, Stunna taught me that That Xan took me under, Patrón brought me back I'm leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat And that Glock snap back like an old Starter hat, haha! What the lick read? I'm in the big league I'm a breath of fresh air—let the bitch breathe I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev I'm at the funeral, like, "I had to do it, Rev.!" Mack, you my big brother, I'll split a wig for you Put that on Mary P., until they bury me Moment of clarity—yeah, that's my diamond game I keep a fine bitch 'cause I like the finer things Haha! Fuck with me, slime No brain on the whip, I got nothing in mind, hehe Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine I drop that Sorry 4 the Wait to make up for the time, yeah! Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? (Swag) Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers (Woo, woo, woo, with the ballers) Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit (Oh, that same shit) Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, I'll grave em (Swag) Pretty boy shit, Based God finna hang 'em Armed like a cradle, and you niggas can't stop me (Can't stop me) Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky (Mack Maine) Bitch it's still Westside (Swag), shouts out to Weezy Young BasedGod with that 55 heater 187 bitch (Ayy), I pull a 2-11 bitch With that tiny shirt, man (Yeah) And that (Yeah) tiny pants, man (Swag) I'm on that BasedWorld, and I fuck with Cash Money Niggas don't understand, man, they gang like a chain (Swag, swag) Man, that "Woo woo swag," bitch, brr-rang-dang-dang-dang Man, bruh, off top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter (Swag) Man, my life just a painting. and I paint you a picture, man Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga This that stuntin' music (Stuntin' music); bitch, I just do's it (I just do's it) It's Lil B (Yeah, yeah) and I'll motherfucking bruise 'em, we run it! (Swag!) Man, shouts out to Maine and Wayne, man (Woo!) Shouts out to New Orleans! Westside I can't believe it's niggas getting money down here who fuck with me! Swag! Weezy, I see you! What it do! That motherfucking partying Bitches, man, what it do? Hahahahaha Yeah! Ayyyyy15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I love all my bitches, that's my fuckin' problem A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem I'mma milk all of 'em cause they fuckin' cowards I love red bitches, there's just something 'bout 'em But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater I'm the shit, where the fly swatter I know you dykin' who you eatin' on Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em to each his own, yessir I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off Ain't a fuckin' singalong unless you brought the weed along That kush, okay I got it, that kush Cop pounds and put my people on We can take the stairs up to the stars that's where we belong Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production Or like Rocky, beat the Russian, or like Jordan, beat the buzzer Nigga, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher One man band, all you hear is repercussion Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction She looked me in my eyes and said Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I said shorty, you a beast I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma fuckin' drown her I'm wilder than public schools and public housing Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing I was 15 with $100,000 And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem You know what it is, armed robbery Tunechi I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one

I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match And niggas schemin' on what I had, but We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) And all these new bitches old news Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" And every dream girl that I fucked came true Now every night feels like deja vu And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? Long story short, money always colorblind She blew the team for some Red Bottoms (Euro) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em Can't live with em, Can't live without em Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish Now she say I got a fuckin problem Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her Her hair blown out like the 80s I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick That can ride it like that, suck it like this Hit it from the back in the back of the whip I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again Popped a lil x then i tried explain I keep it too real to ever be a lame Too many girls in this world, you all be lame She all on my dick cause I got street fame Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9 Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride I know you want money so don't waste my time Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it With you she wasn't, but she did it She let you lick it, but never stick it You be trippin, you say you fallin Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall in love If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs You asking questions, bout what she was With the rider game, she told you in the club10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached Who invited all these fuck-niggas? Man, shit ain't ever smell this good Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us? Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over Bitch, come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin' I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra Me and my niggas we got bad bitches up in the pool Bad bitches up in the pool She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful Got ho's on that powder, like light blue Nice move, now king me nigga Badass bitch, you seen me with her, we on that GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga The difference between me and these niggas, is I go hard and they go wrong She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby And if she love me, I'mma love her back Who indictin' all the tough niggas?

We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us? Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it Real nigga to the bone, bristle Cocaine, like co cripple Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan I call shots, you call forward I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in' And all my bars be barcoded These YMCMB stars glowin' Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing That pussy feel like a pot of gold The money old and the night is young All them niggas keep talkin' shit I make you eat your words and bite your tongue And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader Got those ho's on pins and needles I'm so high I left Earth And ran into Venus and Serena Get head like a mind reader You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one- Hundred like a high fever Got pounds takin' up closet space Guns all in my bitch crib Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back She alright, I think I fuck with her Man, I wish a motherfucker would I feel like a hockey puck nigga Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober Way too cold to die young, give these niggas the cold shoulder Sleepin' with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over D5 What up 5? (Kendrick) What up 5?12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> New chapter, move on, look back for what? Ain't afraid to die, I done done it already All that money on your mind I done spun it already I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already, yeah Pussy, money, weed was the subject already See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics See its TTG, trained to go, time to grind, no more CMB Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah Excuse my Spanish, but its no más I been working hard for no prize But I'm still grateful though I show pride And you don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me They can't put no more Weezy Baby out That's that Cash Money vasectomy I still got love for my enemy Cause I know its tough to be interesting I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah I ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah And you don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me You don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me And I still got love for my enemy Cause I know it's tough to be interesting I know its tough to be anything but a hater Fuck later, I want mine now Fuck later, you done fucked up now, see you later You fucked up now, oh baby You are witnessing, the bomeback Yeah, put your money where your fucking mouth at, yeah I pull up on em bumping Keith Sweat Them niggas never see me sweat And tell the press I'm not depressed, I just had to press reset I just had to get me set, and I'm not playin' skip recess I'm a different Weezy, and I'm drippin' Fiji In a Lamborghini with the seats wet Hardest lesson is regret Snorting powder on the P jet

Ask the pilot are we there yet He said we on the ground, and we ain't leave yet Had to step back and take a deep breath It's hard as heck to show 'em respect I love 'em to death but they ain't dead yet Don't know how long I'm able to repeat that Me I'm just tryin' to see the bread stretch These niggas tryna see dread stress Me, I'm just tryin' to see the dead rest And I can't rest if I ain't pray yet Father forgive them for their wrongdoings For they do not know what they are doing, Amen Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah TTG, trained to go, time to get it Bitch I ain't afraid to die, I done done it already TTG, trained to go, time to get it You don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me You don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me And I still got love for my enemy Cause I know its tough to be interesting Cause I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful Can't lie we blessed, safe deposit box where I hide the check Wear a hockey jersey just to hide the vest I talked to God he deny the stress I make women cry when they next to me They say they blessed to be next to me Give my kids my heart, put my mind in my music And I let them hoes get the rest of me Can't let this cold world get the best of me Got the recipe for my destiny Yeah I want them mills like Stephanie Want the blue face hundreds preferably This is the bounce back this is God's work This is hard work, this is our work This is all night graveyard work Man this beat is godly So I'm takin' off like a screechin' Harley Watch the women wave cause I'm freakin' gnarly Percs and purp got me sleepin' calmly So I wake up and I chase the check 'Cause we ain't promised life, but we promised death But we gon win, and I promise that Young Money Records, you should honor that And my vicious city got respect for me Got killas to get at yo neck for me You get the best of me, until the death of me And the second me gon be the better me Be grateful Ain't afraid to die, I done it already All that money on your mind I done done it already I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already Pussy money weed was the subject already See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics See its TTG, time to grind, no more CMB Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah Excuse my Spanish but its no más I been working hard for no prize I'm still grateful though I show pride You don't see Stunna right next to me And I won't see Stunna write checks to me I still got love for my enemy, cause I know its interesting I know its tough to be anything but be grateful Fuck later, I want mine now Fuck later, fuck them now see you later Fuck them, oh baby32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me (Yeah) God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety And look alive, look alive Smoke one, ready to po' one, tote one, scared of no one You never know when your close ones is a pussy 'til your nose run Bickin' back bein' bool, trigger happiest goons Bigger mansion and pool, I need a map for this room Don't need a casket to view 'em, you can leave the rats in the sewers I'm speedin' past in the newest soft top like the Jewish Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on, all the bitches hands on Fucked your bitch for a Sams card, a SIM card and an Android Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet

Pullin' triggers like hairspray, shoot 'em in the head, bad hair day In broad day like "let's play," lil' kids playin' jump rope Leave his body on the front porch, it's a cold world but the sun show Where the paper and the drugs though, at your neighbor with the snub-nose I be seen with the unseen, you be seen with the unknowns All your bitches in the done zone, all my bitches in the fun zone Swallowin' all my unborns, say it taste like a love song In the cut like a cutworm, keep it cool, keep the cup warm Rum-bum-bum-bum-bum, if they come for 'em, I tell 'em God took his time when he made me Got my pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me God took his time when he made me Sorry, boys, bar is closin', where we goin' for breakfast? Put pressure on the precious, and put extra on the extras Extra ready for my presents, extra sexy but she selfish Just want me to see selfies of the pelvis, overwhelmin' Talkin' money over salmon in Italian in Australia Fuck it even have some salad, I'm just valuin' the value Wake up and smell the azaleas sang her prayers like Mahalia I just don't know what to tell ya, but, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Devil lies jumpin' at ya, comin' from what's comin' at ya I come from where they come at ya, in a way you can't come back from I attack from every crack, while you been chillin', I been active I been still inside the action, you been actin' I been buildin' You been blabbin', you been bickerin' I been blackin' I been sippin' like the Dracula I been feelin' like Galactus Got a million in the mattress, a gazillion in the pantry If you don't know that I'm the answer, you should kill who you been askin' Momma said God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat Momma said God took his time when he made me God took his time when he made me Pride to the side, off safety Look alive, look alive Look alive, look alive, yeah Look alive, look alive Momma said God took his time when he made me Look alive, look alive Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah Carter Five, Carter Five Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I Don’t LikeGirls that don't do girls, that's that shit I don't like Dick in her mouth, bitch eatin' her out, that's that shit my girl like I'm layin' back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups All I had was one molly, she took half: prenup I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar Yeah that's right, real shit, murderer, I kill kill Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk I'm way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight That machine gun go "brrrrr" like I got that bitch on vibrate Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up I'm gettin' bread like cold cuts, she suck dick till her nose run, yeah A rich nigga that that shit they don't like All you niggas pussies, none of you pussies tight Gettin' head while I drive make me run lights These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike No lie, I'm fuckin' bitches and gettin' paid She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid No lie, I'm gettin' paid and fuckin' bitches The Feds on me, gotta switch plates In the streets we call that washin' dishes Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it Eatin' pussy, tongue kissin' and all that She ridin' a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it's been carjacked Two guns drawn, art class, what that is that's y'all ass Mo' money, mo' money, we gettin' mow like tall grass We are not one and the same Blood is the gang, it run in my veins I bagged your bitch then fuck her Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga! Dr. Carter, fuck her harder All my homies bald, nigga And guess what? I'm the barber

I'm too high; if I come down my fat pocket's my shock absorber Like Hank Gathers I'mma die a baller, you flamin' faggots put him out with water Ugh! See that's that shit I don't like Knock off your whole left side, now you all right Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice Dedication 4, ho (My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice) CB fuck with me!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Alright, let’s put it in perspective See 1, 1 makes you realize 2, that’s when the game became ours See 3, that’s when we showed you the future This here, it’s for the sport Some of you niggas mad the sport normally happens to be skateboarding But that gives us 4 wheels to roll over you niggas D4, and dedication! She’s so sophisticated She'll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it I wear a rubber and we fuck 'til we dehydrated I pull it out bust on her face and call her cry baby I kiss her neck, I kiss her stomach, then I kiss that pussy And then I eat it from the back, but I don’t do crack And then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it She tell me, Tunechi, hit it raw, I tell her bitch you crazy Don’t want no HIV, don’t need that Honeymoon In Vegas It’s YMCMB the fucking alpha and omega The presidential double R, call that Ronald Reagan I fuck your bitch, we come together call that congregating I be balling on these niggas, Sports Illustrated Tough in the streets, but you in the court with a statement Ain’t that a bitch and I kill everybody but the babies Give that bitch nigga the blues 'til he fucking navy Yeah, man I be riding round with that yopper All you hoes get topless, suck this dick 'til it’s spotless Too many hoes: I got options I ain’t never tripping, you could have the bitch And I’ma send her back with her pussy lips, looking just like camel lips You fucking with some real nigga, blow your fucking head off They say life is a bitch, I hope that bitch a redbone All I know is get money, bitch ain’t getting shit from me Fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs Tell her how that pussy tastes, she been eating pineapples Throw her back like a quarterback, hit that ass like a linebacker Put that pussy on me, we caught up in the moment AK with a hair trigger, nigga don’t make me comb it This like a full time job not to kill niggas Some of my homeboys' job is to kill niggas Yeah, cause I’m still on probation Write your name on a bullet that’s a Dedication, 4 Y'all ready? Yeah, welcome to Dedication 4 I be Stunna Man Priceless lifestyle, high life YMCMB business Truk your girl, nigga 22 years full time grind Mula, best ever, one hunnit6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I want to be the best I want to be the best, simple and plain That's why I play the game And to be the best you have to win And that's what drives me He's the best player in the game It's just that simple There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do He will defend your best player He will shoot from the perimeter He will get all in yo' mug He will do whatever it takes He is the most complete basketball player In the game today - bar none He has an assassin's mentality I said this week, I said this when the trade went down And I will repeat it again Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship More than Kobe Bryant There is no one This guy is highly motivated What separates Kobe from the pack More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one Kobe doin' work 2-4 on my shirt He the greatest on the court And I'm the greatest on the verse Going for the fourth ring like it was his first Gotta get the gleam

Do it for Kareem Two-four so nice, my flow so mean Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole Black Mamba, attack, conquer Basketball beast, rap monster Crossover good, or turnaround jumper Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers You know where it's goin', it's goin' down yo This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show I'm definitely, I'm just lost for words I mean, he's amazing Pass me the damn ball I don't need a pick at all And don't worry 'bout my shot Cause I'ma get that off Yea, I drops 40 on your double team Then I drop 81 on another team Yeah, you better guard me with caution And watch I work 'em like a auction No such thing as exhaustion No time for resting Cause I don't take breaks I just break records And I prefer the ball with three seconds And I bet we gon' win it all in three seconds Ya dig That is a guarantee Apparently And please tell your defense Don't ever man to man with me Double team, triple team Your defenders sick of me But, I never let 'em get to me Literally Step back and give 'em a three Ain't no defending me One guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's playing lately, LeBron James I've been quoted saying that He's definitely the best player in our league Um, to me, in my eyes The best scorer in our league And there's not another guy in our league That can accomplish some of the things That he's doing Never take a day off Catch you at the top of the key And get a J off Baseline face time Tongue out like two-three Even two-three gotta love how I do me Practice while you sleep Practice in my sleep Straight outta high school Tha brackets ain't for me I will be jumpin' over you Like I got a mattress at my feet And all is Phil Jackson say is you Better be passin' it to me I put the master in the piece Attack you like a beast And I am starvin' for victory And that means I'mma eat And when they ask you who's the best Then the answer should be me Seckbach: Who's the best player in the NBA Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant Seckback: Really? Why Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get! Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. Automatic I can post 'em up, or Lamar go get the alley I'm going for the ring I'm going for the ring I went to Beijing And came back with the bling Who they want They want Kobe And what he want He want the trophy The victory And the glory No Shaq No Robert Horry Now break 'em off, Kobe break 'em off, yeah You better be where that Laker don't, yeah Just give him the ball and he take it off, yeah Or he properly dishing it to Gasol, yeah Or give it to D-Fish on the wing, yeah

Or just let lil' Ariza do his thing, yeah Cause I'm great, and so is my team, yeah Uh, do it for Magic It's your time baby I see nothin' wrong with doin' it four times baby I'm the best yes And he the best yeah Don't worry LeBron - get 'em next year Now what's defense To an assassin Killer instinct Murder the basket Then steal the ball back Hold it for ransom It's more than a game This is a passion Been a all-star, been a champion Free throw line, you hear 'em chanting MVP, MVP Kobe Bryant aka MV-me In knee deep, smash any D Whoever he is he can't guard me He can't guard me "So, there you have it. The overwhelming answer was ... Kobe Bryant"15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bugatti (Freestyle)Microphone check, I still don't hear my... Oh yeah I do, yeah I do Who the fuck is Stevie J? Don't be lookin' for no donations You get dick, then reservations I get pussy then hibernation I start humpin' soon as I wake up I woke up in some new punani He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?" I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em" Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body But anyway I woke up in some new punani I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch But not drunk as that bitch I got in that shit acted donkey in it Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk key can fit Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit Monkey see monkey do, banana clips Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch Wax that ass, no candle stick And I run with some killers I eat with the mob Got some shit built up I keep it inside Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes The TEC on my thigh and my aim so good I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye Hold up, all bullshit aside A nigga almost died but I'm outchea Fuck around with a real nigga get murked I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed? Love it when she make faces Pussy feel like vacation Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation I'm at the finish line, her heart racin' Give her to Fuke if she Caucasian My niggas wild as Jumanji You can call me an S.O.B Cause its skateboards over bugattis I used to be at them Heat games With better seats than Pat Riley Don't stop, pop that don't stop Pop that Ollie, Tunechi Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J Met her tonight, fuck her today You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face Wine head, she's guzzling grapes Back shots, I'm holding her waist Freaky, I always freak... You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her Hater niggas be hungry Got a hundred shots to feed 'em Her panties are down, her legs is up We finally fucked, she starved for months Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit Never no feelings, no love for these hoes No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls Royce - trick! Now they mad, I told they was Bitches'll be lying, I did the same Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change