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I keep it a hundred, you do the same Most women front, but who do you blame? I gave you dick, you gave me pussy It's safe to say it's an even exchange... Bitch! Don't be givin' out information You know niggas still on probation I get higher than expectations You know this is the Dedication I'm on that kush she on that molly I turn that pussy to Dasani Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi I don't know this ho So I must dash, no disguises Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> David Banner on the beat, bitch I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat goo, now can I eat you? Mmm I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do? Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu Girl, you cold, girl, you cool You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew And I just stood over ma stew and just blew And when there's no more of you, in the soup I remove ma spoon and drink your juice If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do And if her job is to blow, you can bet she blew Mic check 1, 2, how about 1, 2 P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you Put that pussy in ma face every time I face you It goes P-U-S-S-Y Because it's the reason I am alive Momma, I need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive Hi, I'm the Pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you? Now let me get back to her She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her Catfish, catfish, dat cat, tuna I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt? Now go and back it up, and if you back it up I'll suck the front of dat pussy from da back of ya And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura My taste buds set on a black actress (Actress) I told her act-shun (Action) Da camaras is lookin' And I hope she make me eat ma word cause my words is Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Yeah, and I'm the Pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Can I eat you? I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy Now show me dat pussy Imma show you where to put it And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son Say I could make it rain, wit my hurricane tongue Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha I could make dat pussy talk to me, I could make that thing jump Off of you and walk to me Now walk it out, girl, now walk it out, girl P-U-S-S-Y Because it's da reason I am alive And I'm a need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, ha Hi, I'm the

Pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Welcome to the funeral, yeah Closed casket as usual Yeah, welcome to the funeral The choir's singin' musicals Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with that Uzi, though And they look like they saw Lucifer Rrr Welcome to the funeral We not welcome, we intruded, though You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke (Phew) That's just unexcusable Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them We been to quite a few of 'em The reverend talk, we booin' him We throw up the Piru at him Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Soul snatching, that's usual Amen, hallelujah though Whole family delusional Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds Bullet holes come through the doors I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose Damn, welcome to your funeral Everybody knew you, bro Ain't nobody shootin', though Gotta die to see who you know Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin them The preacher preach, we shootin' him Now we need one for you and him That's why they should cremate ya Hope when you die they commemorate you Life is a movie and it's in theaters Some of y'alls already went to cable Get shot from afar, you can get a facial Black gun, chrome gun, interracial Weed so strong, need ventilation Funeral home need renovation I got your mom's teary-eyed, that's precipitation Nigga, when you died, did your bitch a favor Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em Drive-bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57 Catch up, nigga, you behind, where I left you I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft) Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Look his pretty kid in the face, poor bastard Tears runnin' down his bitch face, romantic Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (Bah) In his face, closed casket Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic He cried tears of joy, then he got 'em tatted Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Whole family delusional Amen, hallelujah though Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with the Uzi though They look like they saw Lucifer Yeah, welcome to the funeral Everybody knew you, bro Ain't nobody shootin' though That's just unexcusable Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin 'em I've been to quite a few of them My nigga, got immune to them Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Huh, huh, bop Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards, goddamn Drive-bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head then split tomatoes From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo In other words, the nigga dead15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Two A for Angelina, tongue like anaconda Lips like Angelina, ooh B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina Now she just a stripper, making singles to my singles Ooh, C is for Chiquita, put banana on Chiquita Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita So, D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches Yeah, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah Drops microphone, ooh But I swear to drunk I'm not God, no And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like an aquarium The F is for Felicia, freaky-ass Felicia Ooh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag, Felicia The G is for Gina Her pussy so convenient, I mean it, ooh She treat my dick like jalapeño And my cum like Aquafina, she need it The H for Holly, just like Hollygrove And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo What goes around comes around, K for Karma, so These are my alphabet bitches, alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches I swear to drunk I'm not God, hey Drops microphone I swear to drunk I'm not god, yeah The L is for Lisa, she like my libido We do the La Bamba, I'm so multilingual The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies Don't like my baby mamas, she be so negative The N is for Natasha, that my little mama She holler at me when she want that Oscar Mayer She got a man, she tell me please do not remind her He not romantic, I'm a scene from Casablanca Ooh, she swallow the whole enchilada Ooh, she get off her knees and say "De nada" Ooh, she ask me "What's the reason for the chopper?" Girl, it's a jungle out there, ask Mufasa O is for Olivia And the P is for Patricia And the Q is for the Queen The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches, bitches, bitches And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches I swear to drunk I'm not God, no Drops microphone But I swear to drunk I'm not God The T for Tatiana, she can put her legs behind her She can bend all the way over, I just thank the Lord for that yoga And the U is for Uma, the position assumer She so flexible, we try angles like Bermuda And the V is for Vanessa, voluptuous Vanessa The W's for Winter, I'm under the weather And the X is for my exes, fuck 'em altogether The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda And these are my alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah Drops microphone, I swear to God I'm not God, oh Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive, yeah Drops Styrofoam, I can't talk, I might cry, yeah I say, I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit Check that other nigga for that Louis shopping spree shit Not me, bitch, no, you won't rob me bitch, no I said, I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit When it comes to bitches I be on some A-to-Z shit I'm me, bitch; this shit like ABC, 123, bitch To me, bitch; I'm the alpha, the alpha D-O-G, bitch S-R-Y for the W-A-I-T, bitch36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tunechi, Drama, same time Can only be Dedication

Turn the music up in my headphones Uh, I'm wildin' out on my skateboard, she ridin' dick like race cars My blunt longer than spacebars, I'm gettin' higher than quasars I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment I'm so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard, these niggas carpet I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion I'm ill as an illusion, I got B's like a student Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic She say, "Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony" Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry Murder you no sympathy, got medal like olympians Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses Fuck y'all niggas I'm gettin' me, is you kiddin' me? That big booty, them pretty feet Them swishas' sweets with that purp Church - with the priest That red-boned get licked to sleep, she'll wake up and get dicked to sleep Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet Her clit look like a jelly bean, I'm on that promethazine Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean I'm a king I have a dream, money flippin' trampoline Money flippin' balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen That's your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time That's a 69, then pass her to my slime I'm skatin' and rappin' at the same damn time I said I might retire, but y'all know I be high I did that time, I paid that fine Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries I'm rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy's! And you pussy niggas hatin' like a racist Totally dude, I'm white boy wasted She can't wait to take her drawers off like braces Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin' on that bubble gum Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I'm the shit, bubble guts Nigga get your duffles up, don't know if it's love or lust Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks That pussy whack, I'm one and done, trouble some I'm troublesome Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum Single ladies, double cups, I'm tighter than a cummerbund Smokin' on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk Tunechi And I'm gone Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 ho Future fuck with me!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach It's me, LT, like when you heat butter Old pussy in a can, red is the flag Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features Hammer on my side like I work in construction Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid You could find me on Collins like Bootsy I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one-six All I ever see is Ben Franklin face I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy Tunechi!10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Check Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR Transport just what you asked for Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer Now who them Xans for? I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out Oh, you faded? I'm faded out Oh, you made it? I made it out But you shady like 8 Mile

8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out I'm a Libra, I weigh it out Hope the reaper don't take me out I'm too eager to wait it out Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth Pray polices don't raid the house Pay my taxes and baby moms Ain't no cappin', don't play around Hate me back then, they hate me now In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up I stunt when I rolled up With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up You know what's in my soda And your trap house closin', your glass house broken And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin' Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy I think in my backyard, I need an airport Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Fab Five Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin' Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin' Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy Brains all over my mahogany dashboard Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand Maho-mahogany sand Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys Soon as we land, on mahogany sand I ain't arguin', I'm sayin' Ooh, mahogany15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> B-T-P, yah Is the AutoTune on? Hmhmm, good Mm Young Money, syrup in the big shot Time to do the thing, that's word to your wristwatch Shoot the Glock 'til it burn, 'til my wrist lock Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock H—Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a roll call Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off Big shit, nigga, talk big shit, nigga Big bread, bread like a picnic, nigga Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick, nigga Money spread like germs, get sick, nigga Yeah, and fuck them other niggas 1-900, who want it? I deliver Concrete shoes won't help in the river I don't care if you was Michael Phelps, my nigga I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps, my nigga I'm flyer than a motherfucking stealth, my nigga Y—Young Money shit, top shelf, my nigga We the motherfuckers, like MILF, my nigga Ahem, flow like syringes Yeah, I'm in my mode, got a code like Da Vinci's I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump And everybody watch your back when you're in the front You ain't never safe, stop playing with a gangsta Brang it to his face, and he ran like a flanker Bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles

I'm all over this "Ice Cream" beat like sprinkles "Why, thank you!"—if you's a hater I'm eating, you's a waiter Pistol on my hip, "Tomb Raider" Holler at your guala, zoom, later Young Tune, nigga, typhoon, nigga And if you think it's sweet, buy a room, nigga Damu, nigga, I'm on my gang shit She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge Lighting up a motherfucking blunt Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfucking Runt And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt And every day of the week is the first of the month Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face Can't tell the time 'cause the diamonds in the face We can get it popping like a semi-automatic And if you got beef, I put the biscuit on the patty Rockstar tatted, big-money addict Running this shit, now I'm feeling ath-lat-ic I—I'm on a boat, bitch, getting seasick Stop playing, I'm fresher than a Degree stick Street shit—well, of course I smoke mad weed, I'm on my high horse Please, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back Haha! I need a massage And when it come to hoes, man, I got a collage Finger on the button, nigga, just stuntin' If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me nothing Kush so strong, you can smell me coming Bitch, I go hard like the boy from "300" You think y'all kick it, well, boy, we punting Young Money, baby, we the shit, weak stomachs No Ceilings, motherfucker28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah AMG's the gang! Dedication 2 Drama Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? One egg short of the omelet Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— I'm the sickest nigga doing it—bet that, baby These other niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! Get back, get back, boy, this a setback Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon, and get my howl on Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shout out my nigga Fee See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see It's about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon!) And I'm on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped You try me, get bodied, keep Nina and shotty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him Sing along now—"Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the burners Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother (Woo) Make the prick call up your mother (Ugh), she might know where to find you, I am— On top of my job, the heavyweight champ with the flow It's flow like the ocean, open water, you're drowning, I will (Damn) Four-pound him and seek him, heat him, then leave him stinking (Yuh)

Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will— (Yeah) Roll over your squad like I'm "One-Punch" Carr You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will— (Ugh) Take control of your soldiers, you won't miss 'em 'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh! I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) I show niggas how to act, how to dress better I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo) I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool The motherfucking (Cannon!) Other words, I'm the real, for real We can go check for check or bill for bill We can go chick for chick or skill for skill The deal is sealed (Yes) Niggas ain't real as Will, 'cause I'm a (Cannon!) And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale And I got the 50-cal' mag, its a handheld (Cannon!) I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas (Oh) My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas (Oh, oh) I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga Yeah (Cannon!) Detroit Red getting change like them white folks (Ha) Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle (Ha) Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle (Ha) You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon! Ha) Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass (What else?) I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a (Cannon!)" My attire makes the ladies say, "Your man is too fly" (What else?) Imported oils from Iran and Dubai (What else?) Get caught slipping with your mans, and you die Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha) Detroit Red always got some shit for your ears Show me love, but keep it moving, man, 'cause if you get near (Ha) I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell your bitch to come here 'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don (Cannon!) Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon! Ha) I got niggas who don't like rap loving our shit We got niggas who was stuck on Pac bumping our shit These niggas can't see me like I ain't been around lately A good batter; when they at the mound, it's gravy Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana Yeah, Vic found that lick; now, we ain't smoking no more regular Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no better They loved "In Da Trunk"; now, they wanna hear more shit I play it modest, like, "Nigga, that's some of our old shit" Got niggas I ain't never met wanting to fight me Got hoes that's in love, asking, "Why you don't like me?" Bitch, I'm married to the game, and I love my wifey Stepping over competition, man, I love these Nikes (Yeah) I'm hot, they fanning Niggas try to copy my style like the (Cannon! Ha) Don't try to compare—I'm in a league of my own If I ain't listed at the top, nigga, the stats is wrong All the data is off, your info ain't valid Artist of the century, the competition ain't balanced True, like Master P and his two brothers Don't call it incest, but Juice the motherfucker, like— geah! This what I'ma do! From here on out, you can call me Mr. Game Seven! Oh, yeah! That was just preseason! You thought we was playing for real?18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ooh, L-Don Fuq', hit the weed You got all that shit, E-I? Ugh, ugh I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit "the stop button" Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga" AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupée

You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today Then she gotta skate—Young Lupe I hit the beat hard—Bobby Boucher I keep them tools on me, get the screwface Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase Y.M., nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff' Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a fuck about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk, and then, the coupe sped up Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm Weezy F. and the "F" is for "Flame" Eat these rappers, chef of the game Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat—the beat was slain Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody song Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome No homo, you rocking wrong; rest in peace, my styrofoam Now, they wanna know what I be on Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone Bi—Big money, my pockets long, New Orleans, I got my home And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong All about my cheese: cheddar, mozzarella, provolone Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty Two women give me head, call that "Two-face" Bitch, I'm too great Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday Ugh! Ain—Ain't no nigga like me "What's up?" to my gang, big B's like a Breitling Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling Then, she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do? No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F, the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through" Make your people mourn you Haha! OK, let's do it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir He's dead chap, that man's dead back there It was worse than dead, his brain is gone (Kane is in the building, nigga) I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that I never see your crazy face (Mula) Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden Red ants army, Caveman Spartan Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate I paved and carved it, made man forfeit Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen We not one and the same; Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain Ask how I'm livin'? I can't complain Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain Shit never sweet, him never changed I'll always be the MF'er Wayne I been lost conscious, I never regain Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lawd Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy Gone but not forgotten, no I never see your crazy face (You don't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no) I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no)

I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead He's dead, he's dead, he's dead Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin' Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin' I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough How long will they mourn me? I had a Rolls Royce Ghost Now I'm feelin' like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me We are not one and the same; I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked So fuck every key on your key chain, boy Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie I don't know if I'm comin' or goin', Lord, I'm undecided Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten (No) I never see your crazy face (Ohhh) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You don't see me, nigga, no) I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that (You can't see me, nigga, no, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (You can't see me, nigga, no, no) I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name (I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I never see your crazy face Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir He's dead chap, that man's dead back there It's worse than dead, his brain is gone43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in Up in the studio, me and my drank Deezle on the beat and let me do my thang Thinkin' 'bout a certain, certain somebody That perfect somebody, sexy purple body She got service road curves, and highway eyes The road to her soul, just follow the road signs And holla if you hear me, I love it when she's near me I hate when she's away, and Satan'll see the day That Hell freeze over before I let her go And let one of you bitch niggas get her, no, no, no You don't know how to treat her You don't know that I need her, hey Do you know that I need ya? 'Cause baby, right now It feel like the whole world is against me Ever since the death of Pimp C But me, I'm up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me and my drank I'm up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me and my drank And you sit on 24's, I sip on 24's You sit on 24's, I sip on 24's Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's I'm riding out, leaning, never nodding out My girl tripping, damn I gotta hear my momma mouth My homeboys say I should slow down a little But that shit I'm on make me slow down a lot You bottle pop, I buy a bottled pop Drop some syrup in it, get out my Waffle House I live in Wayne's World, represent our South And this how we do it, do it in our South One more ounce'd make me feel so great Wait, now I can't feel my face Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me and my drank Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me and my drank Will somebody please, please double cup me? And everybody please, please don't judge me Will somebody please, please double cup me? And everybody please, please don't judge me

Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me and my drank Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank (Yeah) me-me-me and my drank Now for all y'all who ain't heard of him Mr. M-O-E, the Barre Baby Was a Southside living legend Of 3rd Ward, bone hard, street veteran And it all started in '93 High school, he was a fool, he was only 18 With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar Rollin' in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd Ward It was all momma leave 'em with, a trace of Mo-E And promethazine, now he the codeine fiend And his team was the coldest, every day they rolled thick Niggas and hoes on dick cause that's that Screwed Up Clique The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby Barre Baby, yeah I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C And fuck what they say Mr. DJ Screw, I'ma do this for you Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me and my drank Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank (Yeah, yeah) Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank I usually don't do this but, uh... Yeah, T you gotta feel me Sippin' on some drank the color purple like Celie Really, they say I should chill before it kills me But so will a car crash or a nine milli (That's true) And I ain't even mention cigarettes or airplanes So grab a Sprite, here's a pint we can share, Wayne Yeah mayne, tastes so sweet And I ain't gonna have a seat cause I don't wanna fall asleep So just pour it in my drink and I'ma sip until I lean hard Drank got me moving slower than a retard So press record, and hear these hot raps (You know I got 'em) I'm in the booth, cup on me like a jock-strap (I ain't lying) And I will not nap until the bottle's empty Then I pour a little more for Pat, Screw and Pimp C (Rest in peace) And I would stop but believe that I can't So 'til Short is gone, it's just me and my drank, my drank Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me and my drank Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank Up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me and my drank Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank Me and my drank Up in the studio, someone pour another four Oh, oh, yeah I told the bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great Wait, now I can't feel my face Will somebody please, please double cup me? And tell the world please, please don't judge me Will somebody please, please double cup me? And everybody please, please don't judge me You sit on 24's, we sip on 24's You sit on 24's, we, we, we Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Y'all don't want no problems up in here These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga? Go in niggas' pockets while we here What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga Y'all don't want no problems up in here Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas Brains came out his fucking ear I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone" I ain't drove it look better in the driveway Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame You could get a Dom P bottle to your face Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate Motherfucker I'm like

Y'all don't want no problems up in here I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin' Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200 Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions Mother fucker I'm like Y'all don't want no problems up in here Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga Y'all don't want no problems up in here Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer And I'm probably with the model of the year I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous Young Money motherfucking Entertainment And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers Smoke like I fucking disappeared I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga! Tunechi! Yeah, D5 Whatup Five? Worry bout me, give a fuck about you Just as a reminder to myself Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She say my dickhead need a crown on it She say my cum tastes like holy water She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me I said, "Next time, bring your drinkin' buddy" I told her, this that Dedication 5 And anything else is a consolation prize I said, "I'm cumming," she say, "Take your time" Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none I asked her, "Who this pussy for?" She said "Ransom" And when she says "I Love You", I say, "Shut up, take this dick" She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist And then he calls with all that bitchin' "Who is this?" She busy, call her later Now we switchin' positions, we in here getting creative I put Champagne on her titties, then sip it out her navel, boy I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl Treat the pussy like revolving doors Ran outta rubbers at the corner store She in my ear, like "What you want them for?" Well, give me brains since you a smart-aleck Fuck her all night and don't smell it Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom And when she says "I Love You", I say, "Shut up, take this dick" She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist He on that phone with all that bitchin' "Who is this?" She busy, call her later Now we kissin', we twisted, my dick in a tornado She say, "Hit it," I hit it, I hit it raw like yayo, I admit it (That fuckin' corner store man) Uh, we makin' love like money Yeah, yeah, like money Like money Told her this that Dedication 5 Dedication 5 I killed that pussy, it came back to life I told her take her drawers off and she said "Why you playin' dumb?" I asked her "Who this pussy for?" She didn't answer And she say "Ooh, I love you," I said "Shut up, take this dick" Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias And oh my god she swallowed triplets, she gripped with The hand that rocks the cradle, I'm so lifted, what is this? This here a Dedication It was scripted, predicted, and shout out to my skaters Boy, I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say D5 What up 5?

I told her this that Dedication 5 We makin' love like money13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Marley, I be you! Shout-out Too Short I'm going in The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her? I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her? That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter She look good in boy shorts and a beater But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita I ain't lying—she the... hottest bitch, heater But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral Now, get low and touch your toes for my people And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me: ether Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah I am Southern-land, not Kiefer Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha Run, dummy, finna bang it You want beef? Then my money will arrange it I am not fucking finna aim it But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y That's what I rely on, I'm gone "He high"—yep, I'm three-high I'm just schoolin' these fucks like DeVry College institution, finals and confusion Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin' Beat you like producers, eat you like produce Man, I'll fuck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby 'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby All right, let me vent for a minute. See, the problem I got with the game is: There are no gatekeepers in hip hop. Who's letting these wack niggas in? I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door? And stop giving out the code? Goddamn! Hey, Millz, show 'em how it's done! I knew this freak named Tammy from around the way She used to go to Catholic school back in the day Now, she stripping in Sue's for a stack a day But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker Part-time broker; late nights, she work at Strokers Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine But it's crazy 'cause I fucked 'em both at the same time I even got a bitch in the Bay named Jessica I swear, she might give the best mouth in America Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner She remind me of this ho I used to fuck named Sabrina Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar And I met her through Tasha At the condo, she let me fuck her on the washer September nigga, so you know he nasty And if she nasty, we do the nasty Now, I tell a bitch like this You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president Young Money! (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!) Okay, I know this one honey I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we fuck, she run from me And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me My weed real plummy and real gummy And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey I paper-chase, fuck standstill money Niggas kill with me and kill for me Best believe we riding if the fan belt running Leave a motherfucker just laying there, bloody I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy! She just wanna be my cuddy buddy And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?

Baby?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Turn the music up (Mustard on the beat, ho) Tattoos on my face, nigga (Mm) Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (Yeah) Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga (Mm) Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga (Hello) She out of line, she out of place, nigga (Hello) Everybody know my face, nigga All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga Yeah, there go the bass, nigga You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga I hope this bitch don't think that I'mma have faith in her (No-no) Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her When the dick was halfway in her Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, nigga Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga 5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga (What?) Bumbu out the glass, no chase, nigga (Bumbu) Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga No brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age When they shoot, we don't race, we gon' need our own space Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade I be comin' home late, bad bitch, long face She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way '96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga Lookin' like a open safe, nigga We in this bitch, lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (We're safe) My homie caught a whole case (Whole case) Celebratin' like he got a cold case, nigga (Oh!) Whew, wait, nigga Had to take a smoke break, nigga A smoke break, nigga I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her Had to do it one time for my skate niggas Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, nigga Kick push, that means grind and get paid, nigga These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga Skate up on you, blam-blam Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga Federales on my ass, fuckin' had a boat chase, nigga They didn't see no face, nigga Your bitch spent the whole day with us If she open her fuckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga And sometimes we close the safe, nigga But there ain't no code to break, niggas I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, nigga Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case, nigga I'm a Scarface, nigga, fuck your human race, nigga I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga She outta line, she out of place, nigga I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her (No-no) Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Gangster, gangster DatPiff dot com, world premiere Okay Yeah I'm reloaded (gangster grizzils) Trill outchea So after D6, I text Weezy It's rough I say, now it's time for a vacation Guess the iPhone autocorrected And he thought I said "now it's time for a Dedication." Now you want it? 'Cause we gon' bring it y'all So now y'all got a twenty pack What's your address? You're welcome And not your email address neither D6: Reloaded Front door, leggo A Dedication! Looking in the mirror, all I see is money Bop-bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is runnin' Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbin' Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it comin' Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speakin' hunger We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth, and mug you The pockets bustin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleedin' blubber And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga, triple-double And now it's war, and they want peace, but it won't fix the puzzle You drop the ball, if you a beast you won't be quick to fumble If I'm too deep then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel If you a beast then that bitch can't get a nickel from you I'm the only one that speak when we in the huddle Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle We comin' deep to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle Every day of the week, if I hit the streets, I gotta hit a hustle Every day of the week I gotta get loaded-loaded, skip the bufferin' I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentleys custom Bitches sufferin' 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fuckin' They can't hide their battle scars but they can hide their stomachs Niggas like Niagara Falls how their mouths are runnin' But we making caviar out of flounders, guppies Stand tall, but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it Don't need a crown, gown, or nothing; I'm the king of subject Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly Niggas thuggin', we got babies smugglin' in their Huggies Niggas jugglin' different kind of drugs, Feds strugglin' Sippin' Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies She give me ass, she give me head, I call it head-buttin' Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard and shred somethin' Lead pumpin', you dead, pumpkin Go 'head, dump 'em, redrum 'em Goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin' All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffett Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunderin' Carter comin', like karma comin' My bitch pussy's the warmest oven Need morning lovin' She foreign, Donald might bomb her country Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on her onesie Whoa Time to get this paper though You ape or ho? Bitches in line to get this snake fo' sho' We take the dough if they don't pay the dough And that's fo' sho' We make 'em vegetables, and we don't even like vegetables These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals We up in México to see the plug, and not electrical High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode I'm a steppin' stone And that .380, that's my chaperone It blow like saxophone And when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone I'm from the terrordome Yeah, that's New Orleans, home of methadone Cops on megaphones It's so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns I been called a stone, pocket full of stones On the corner moving stones, Papa was a rolling stone I'm so stoned, in this bitch, waitin' on Babylon Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off Spike a bitch drink, like volleyball Olive Oyl skinny bitches can't get in the ride at all Not at all

I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl Niggas don't want Lil Tune to take these diamonds off I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga, these niggas blind I'ma still throw up my set, nigga, steel toe in your chest, nigga "Hell no" to a yes-nigga, "Fuckin' right" to a bad bitch She can fuck around and get her ass licked Still can't get her ass kissed Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and their actions I'm still pickin' out mansions Still dickin' down such-and-such, still fuckin' with so-and-so Still fuckin' my bitch's friends, never fuck my woadie ho Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' about coke and dope On the set in that OVO, on the jet in that OVO I don't threaten, I go for broke, wanna step and go toe to toe? No bullshit at this rodeo, and all my clips Pinocchio Tunechi, bitch, for nothing, drops mic Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected But, but, you get the expression, Mula Welcome, thank you for joining Dedication 6, this some sick shit Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again, and always doing this shit for his dawg. My nigga, one time. Thank everybody involved, everybody involved. My team, my team is my fam. Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody So the definition of Dedication has changed for me since the first one, since the second one, since the third one, whatever. It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life. And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head. And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long, all the things in your head, you done used up. So what happens is you gotta start using something else and coming from somewhere else, and that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart. And, umm, that's what this Dedication 6 project is But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different because I'm always going through something at that time of my life, you know what I mean. I prolly was fucking your bitch on Dedication 4, and the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean. I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't, that didn't do as well as all of the rest of them, that was definitely the one that was dedicated to her4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yes! What it look like, Alc'? I'm tryna show these niggas, man It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!) Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!) Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah) Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah) Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha) It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?) 'Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha Go 'head, nigga, say another name Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right) Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh) My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah) Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!) The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (Mr. HD) Yeah, money you ain't never see (High definition) Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!) But you ain't got nothing on me (Hahaha!) I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah) With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents—please! My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha) My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup) My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn) So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?) I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!) Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!) I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres (Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish (What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!) Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!) I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!) She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!) She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!) She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!) It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh) But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out) Get you—three, four—get you Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— Take that! No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that" Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye" Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno, I bring RAL to your fun'ral Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl" You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to" You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em! Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet? You fly, but what is it to pilot? Weezy—I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass" I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash Deezle! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see Yeah, ugh, ugh And you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, big money, nigga Big money, nigga, big money, nigga Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho God bless the world, and most people in it It's anybody's game, but nobody's winning Mona Lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning Take you off the face of the Earth like a blemish We went from Boyz to Menace, Menace II Society Now we get higher, call that shit karate Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side Yeah, I got a pussy hangover Bitches eat me up like my name is Russell Stover Murder the perception, make 'em get it right If I'm flirting with perfection, I'm fucking her tonight I'm a Southerner's delight, Louisiana pride The belly of the beast, it ate me alive Tell them bitches they'll never take me alive And today I took a walk outside and... I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho Uh, and we all kiss our mamas Cause promises are broken but tomorrow isn't promised Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal And not having money is the root of all evil Life is a midget, so try to live it up It's Dr. Carter, bitch, I got this shit nipped and tucked

If these walls could talk, they probably won't shut up I need some wallpaper before they start to fuss Yeah, pick up the phone and call your bluff Human growth hormone, now my pockets all buff I don't think about the future, it comes soon enough Motherfucker, I don't shoot ya; bitch, I shoot ya up I ain't like these niggas, I don't like these niggas I just roll another joint, like Spike Lee, nigga And I woke up this morning, got the coal out my eyes And then I took a walk outside and... I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal Good wasn't home so I settled for better I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dwayne, mama proud of you You done came so far I can't wait for your album to come out A lot of people ask me when it's coming out They can't wait for your album to come out I'm just proud of you You's my rock, you've always been my rock Mama love you, I love you You take care of me and then some And your brother, we don’t wanted for nothing I thank the Lord every day for keeping us on this earth And in good health I just pray things go well with you in life But I thank the Lord, because I know you have been through a lot that I don't even know about Mama love you I love you Dwayne, with all my heart You is my life I live for you You make sure mama's tooken care of I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway Even though you don't have it to give And my son though, Semaj, ain't wanted for nothing Anything Semaj call you for, you gon' make sure he get it Your children ain't wanted for nothin', you is a man, a truly man Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out Because everybody asking about it and I know it's gon' be a beautiful album Love you, Dwayne15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still running shit, I’m on my cardio Boy I’m going in, like my water broke Suicide note, suicide doors I put in overtime, like a tied score Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours And the weed loud, like a lion's roar Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller No music on, rock it acapella And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune I left the bullshit in the waiting room Straight to the money, no short cuts Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules I get on the beat, murder 1st degree YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked This the best worst feeling And nigga if I die I die a death worth living This that text book G shit I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone C4, Mr. Carter’s home!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> Psycho, you got me psycho Baby, commit me I'm not backing down I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' I thought I was whippin' 'til that pussy whipped me I fell asleep in it like Whitney I go hard for my baby Psycho ward for my baby Swipe that card for my baby Bodyguard for my baby Bobby Brown for my baby Lock it down for my baby I knock that pussy out and then I growl for my baby Even psychos need love too I save all her text messages I smell her panties while she in the bathroom And taste whatever she left in them I take pictures of her when she not lookin' Study 'em microscopically Marry me and then bury me And then bury her on top of me, I'm Psycho (You got me) You got me psycho (You got me psycho) Baby, commit me (Baby, commit me) I'm not backing down (I'm not backing down) Girl, I'm so crazy for you I left my old lady for you Now she done went crazy You know she be hatin' on you Say she gon' be waitin' for me Well, she gon' be waitin' 'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you You got me all psychotic Girl, I'm your patient I'm just tryna kick it wit' ya And I don't even know karate But I know cr-azy Crazy 'bout her attitude Crazy 'bout her shampoo Jealous of her shadow dude I'm crazy Crazy 'bout her vaginal and every other avenue Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy Should've said I never do If she says pleasurable Then it's my pleasure, boo You ain't gotta never move Lookin' all edible And I'm ready when you're ready to You already knew Girl, you already know I ain't never lettin' go I ain't never lettin' go Addicted to your love, a motherfucker need a Betty Ford You gon' have to cut me off with a sword And if you ever leave me, I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note While I'm hangin' from the second floor And when you don't come home Then it's vroom-vroom, boom-boom Nigga ridin' 'round checkin' doors, oh Lord Psycho (You got me psych) You got me psycho (You got me, you got me psycho) Baby, commit me I'm not backing down I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' Psycho, you got me psycho (You got me psycho) Baby, commit me I'm not backing down I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Whoa, I'm in love with that ho bro (Uh, Migo!) We got London on da Track She crazy as fuck (Crazy) but she sexy (bad) as fuck (She bad) And she just hit me up, she text me "let's fuck" (Smash) I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up (I'm up) Ooh! I'm on my way (where?) Get out my way (Move), bump-bump-bump-bump (Move) I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal, our kids gon be nuts (Not the babies!) But when I had the yay

And the police would come she wouldn't give me up (Nah) She knew what not to say And when they would leave, she gave me heads up Lord I feel like Plies (I'm feeling like), that's my lil' baby (Baby) But that bitch so crazy (Crazy) That bitch gon kill me, and then she'll be famous, that'll be crazy Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy But that's my bitch though, I must be crazier, she must be schizo Fuck it, I love her, fuck it, I love her, don't fuck with my lover Boy I'll put you under Her last nigga shunned her, she ride me like Honda Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, that bitch so crazy That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous That's what's amazing (Damn) But I'm in love with that ho though Even though she loco That pussy got me bozo I'm in love with that ho bro Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous That's so amazing She's so amazing Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy (Just wait on it, just wait on it) And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy (Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it) And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy... Quavo! She told me wait on it I told her you gon have to put a date on it (Go) You already let Tunechi skate on it My hook in the water, lil' mama, she bait on it Damn, I mean she bite on it (Grrr) Kawasaki she can ride on it (Ride) She too good for me like some vitamins She swallowed the dick like a Heineken (Nasty) I love her she came with a frying pan Her mama black, her daddy from Japan So amazing she deserve a Birkin bag She so crazy she gonna take all of my cash She in love with my money and I am so crazy I'm gonna keep spending blue hunnids and for the jabronis Waiting for Migos and Wayne to fall off Nigga you can wait on it Offset! Choppa like Tony watch how I do my opponent Wait on my moment I beat it I own it Keep that thang on me you won't catch me lonely She wanna suck and fuck and put it on me She plotting on me trynna get some money (Cash) Had to cut her cause the millions coming (Cut, yeah) Run off with the work, started trappin dummies Caucasian, Black and Asian you amazing We poppin' them seals we not in the Navy We won't take a deal cause we got the paper (Nah) That people hate it, we still nominated Young Rich Niggas yeah we graduated I got bitches in the kitchen cookin' Sarah Palin Smoking up the gas bag you can smell the fragrance (Gas) Got me buying handbags, man this bitch is crazy (Uh, crazy) Takeoff! Takeoff! Amazing Amy Amy wanna have my baby (Nah) she been patiently waiting Waitin' for me to get famous (Waitin' for) Want me to buy her Mercedes I thumb through the check then I looked at her crazy I'm focused on the M&M's You want Benjamin Franklins you gotta have patience I pull up in the coupe and its disabled I'm drinking on maple these bitches watching me on cable (Actavis) Nigga's trynna copy but they can't be the creator I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada? And I'm in the Oakland, Audi looking like a Raider When the Migos in your city we pack out your stadium In the kitchen with the Dominican's I'm creating em' Trappin and dabbin', pull up at your bando with Wayne & them! She's so amazing Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy (Just wait on it, just wait on it) And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy (Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it) And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy... Amazing, amazing, ohh kill me! Crazy! Amazing Amy! Oh! Oh!41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> This is, this is, this is, this is We are not the same, I am a Martian We are not the same, I am a Martian Greetings from Planet Weezy We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy We are not the same, I am a Martian And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas Lock, load, ready to aim at any target I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target Hip hop is my supermarket Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it And I'll be back in the morning Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy We are not the same, I am a alien Like Gonzales, young college Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut I get bread like cold cuts, you know what? Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up Weezy! Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy They don't make 'em like me no more Matter of fact, they never made it like me before I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair No brake lights on my car rear I never had life and I never had fear I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar I am so far from the othars, I meant others I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home! Weezy Phone home! Weezy12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Get rid of the residue Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 I'm so sorry, I feel terrible Yeah, I know I keep on telling you Leggo It's all about the Young fuckin' Money It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee That AK-47, that's my trusty Got some tricks up my sleeves, I need some cufflinks Oh Lord, these niggas soft, these niggas fluffy Another one bites the dust 'til his gums bleed Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D Me with no money's like a bunny with no front teeth

Fuck me? It's fuck you if it's fuck me I hit the kush, blow it out like a bum knee Where the haters? Point 'em out and ask 'em what's beef Stack of hundred dollar bills in a scrunchie Oh Lord, kamikaze, kidnappin' killers Screaming "Fuck the other side!" She ride the dick, the dick gon' kill her, vehicular homicide Oh Lord, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga I'm sorry for them other guys Lay a nigga down, Nina sang his ass a lullaby Wave your white flag all you want, bitch, I'm colorblind Bad bitch with me got thunder thighs and her mother's eyes Li-li-li-lick my lollipop like it got gum inside Miami in the winter, Cali in the summertime My bitch is independent, she don't ask me for a dime Love it when we makin' love, hate it when it's fuckin' time Disrespect the caterpillar, rave about the butterfly Bullet ain't got no name, nigga, but you could get it customized Run up in your house, undisguised, why you look surprised? Motherfuckers better fuckin' hide, I feel like Mr. Hyde Athletes still gettin' jacked like they missin' tires Oh Lord, one of the wildest B's in my hive I'll sting a bitch and die anytime Hate it when the fuckin' police shut the session down We just talkin', we just skatin', we just messin' round Tell them niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round They just barkin', they just fakin', they gon' settle down We got bitches, we got beer, we got Bobby Brown Skatin' underneath the bridge, dead body found Do a trick over the body, hope he smilin' down Do a trick off of some stairs, land on solid ground Grizzly Gang in this bitch, check the grip tape Nigga came on your bitch, ooh milkshake Chop a cocaine brick like a sensei Break the great white down to a fish plate Woo! Pockets on inflate Got the Yay locked down like Kim K I been sippin' codeine since 10K I be cussin' while I'm bustin', "Die motherfuckers" Oh Lord Get rid of the residue Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue It's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 I'm so sorry, I feel terrible Yeah, I know I keep on telling you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around, propellers Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin' love letter If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a fuckin' trend-setter, I'm on Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever Man, it's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range You can get two shots from wherever, two shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever Your bullshit is stinkin' up the place Me no tek bad up, me a done de place Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase" It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes, bowlin' ball Two shots of whatever Keep them bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever

Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches Sorry for the wait! One big room full of bad bitches (Yeah!) One big room full of bad bitches Tez pushed the album back, man! One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches (Sorry!) Ugh! Fuq' got the weed, Marl' got the gun They say numbers don't lie; bitch, I'm not the one Hammers in your face, this is not a dream And you're getting every page of this magazine Bumping UGK, talking about a murder We roll a Dr. J and then we light that Julius Erving I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga! Glock 4-tini, nina colada Suck, swallow; semen, saliva I am going at your collar; fuck you hoe niggas Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson, Thriller I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah! One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh! Ugh!) One big room, full of bad bitches (Yeah!) One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh, ugh, it go...) Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya One big room, full of bad... Back where I started on my set, in black All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats 'Til the wheels fall off; I can fix a flat If you're scared, go to church and get a scripture tat Guns the size of children; now, don't be childish Be with wild-ass niggas, and I am the wildest I'm a motherfucker; call me Weezy, baby And on the end of the barrel, I got a sweet potato My life is a movie, I got a leading lady My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady I got the world in my hands, skateboard and my Vans And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran I know what I can do, so, bitch, I do what I can Dropped that Sorry 4 the Wait, man, I'm just saying I-I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah! One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha!) One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh!) One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha! Ayo, I- I- Yo!) One big room, full of bad bitches Ayo, Kreayshawn, you can get it! (I'm sorry for the wait!) One big room, full of bad bitches Yo, yo! Kreayshawn, you can get it! (BP, I see you!) One big room, full of bad bitches (Fükey, baby!) Straight up! You can get it! One big room, full of bad bitches (Mike Banger!) Drop the Golden Gate Bridge! (Uh-huh!) One big room, full of bad bitches Scoo-Scoo, what's good? One big room, full of bad bitches Drop the Golden Gate Briiiidge! One big room, full of bad bitches Hood, I see you! (I'm gone) AHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm sorry for the wait!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tell 'em I done spent so many of my days without you (Yeah) I done lost all my love and found my way without you I done gave up my soul, and gave up my pride And taped up my heart, and wiped off my eyes Without you, without you, yeah

How you doin'? Me, I'm a mess I feel powerless Hands around this bottleneck, mmh You got a new one I'm not impressed And if he trying to flex You can give him my address, yeah I be trying to rest But Lord, the Devil busy And when I do, I dream of you And then the Devil pinch me Do you ever miss me? Do you ever wish we Get it right and the rest is history? I wish I could go back in time And fix my lack of time 'Cause back then I had to grind But see, you thought I’d rather grind You thought I had the time Thought I was lying half the time And now I fantasize and agonize To pass the time Lord I done spent so many of my days without you (Uh) I done lost all my love and found my way without you (Yeah) I done gave up my soul (Yeah) And gave up my pride (Yeah) And taped up my heart (Yeah) And wiped off my eyes Without you (Without you) Without you (Without you) Yeah How you doin'? I can tell You look like yourself And I look like I'm by myself, fuck But I'm getting through it I might as well 'Cause I know time will tell But it be moving like a snail, yeah You got a new one I wish you well Then I bite my nails I'm scared I might hear wedding bells, uh I guess I blew it It never fails You was tired of waiting to exhale I wish I could go back in time And fix my frame of mind Back when everything was fine And we would never think of dying And I was yours and you was mine And we combine and intertwine And now we in decline Finish line End of time, Lord Woo I done spent so many (I done spent so many, way too many) Of my days without you (Of my days without you) I done lost all my love (Lost all my love) And found my way without you (Lord) I done gave up my soul (Yeah) And gave up my pride (Yeah) Taped up my heart (Yeah) And wiped off my eyes Without you (Without you) Without you (Without you) Yeah Now you've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong? I'm left to live life alone I'ma need more Styrofoams If you find your way home You know that porch light is on I lay in bed wishing your side was warm We wish we could go back in time And push it in reverse Cause this shit ain't for us Baby, this shit for the birds But I know what I'll do I'll move on, I got to And this is to you, for you About you, without you, girl (I done spent so many, way too many Of my days without you I done lost all my love, Lord) I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes Without you, without you

How you doing? I can tell, yeah How you doing? I can tell You look like yourself I'm by myself29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Livin' Nigga, that's me in that nice-ass house Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass Walkin' 'round saying, "You got a nice-ass house" My phone keep ringin' though, my bad I think my girl got me on spy cam now My homies call cocaine "white trash" Charge you double just to take my trash out I cannot fuck wit' you, bitch, 'cause you gon' get a nigga busted Worryin' 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustlin' Put the dick up in your mouth while it's runnin' Bitch, don't ask no questions Soon as I heard this, a young nigga killed it 'Cause I go too hard, I eat beats, mmm, scrumptious, delicious Shoot you in your kidneys I hope you see blood when you pissin' We run up in your house on Christmas And don't ask no questions Just shoot whoever's present While they open their presents Oh please, Lord, forgive me I just talked to my Reverend Asked him if I'm the Devil He said, "That's these bitches" See, I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested Shootouts like the Westerns Kill you and your bestie Pay niggas to do it correctly Two Ninas, they lesbians I gotta shoot you with both or else one'd get jealous I make money, not exceptions Take pills like breath mints She just get dick and refreshments Free all my dogs in corrections We all we got, don't need extras We don't expect shit We don't get mad over pussy I'm probably lyin' in some pussy While fools out here dyin' over pussy And that's what I don't understand 'Cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (Livin') Yeah, a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me) Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right (You see me) Standin' on the top, I got a Lot of observations Young nigga, lot of options You, you Runnin' through a check Buyin' all the champagne, blowin' up the net And settin' all the trends, showin' niggas what's next I was drinkin' coffee, smokin' weed on the jet Probably wit' your wifey in the back for pillow talk But we ain’t talkin', gettin' top while ain't no top Swear to God, I had a chopper Now the gun biz are the friends hoppin' out a helicopter I be rollin' up the doctor's wishes Countin' up the money, kickin' out the bitches 'Cause they all up on you, but be gone when it get real Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning (Ho) Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sick 'em on ya (Go, go, go) Niggas talkin' shit, gon' make a nigga get pneumonia Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola Crib so big, got a bitch in every corner Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it In the morning, I got meetings with my lawyer Arguments I'll never be a part of Love pussy and some good conversation And that money, we'll never see a shortage Nigga run up on me, he gon' be a goner Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch I got a joint I just rolled that got a Liu Kang kick I gotta do it big, that's just how I do things Uh, 'cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (Young nigga) A young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me) Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right

But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right, uh (You see me) My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out Lifespan, motherfuckin' lifespan That shit all depend on how tonight pan out Ooh, I swear these hoes ain't right man I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now Red bandana in my right pocket So if I pull the trigger, I can wipe that down I just put my gun up in her Coach bag I won't hesitate to pull it right back out Life coach? I don't need no life coach To coach me through my motherfuckin' ups and downs Tell a bitch don't ask no questions My money so old, I tell my new money "Respect your elders" I'm startin' to get jealous of my own reflection The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy A young nigga flexin', I'm countin' my blessings "Achoo," "God bless me," "Thank you," "You're welcome" I talked to my Reverend, asked him if there’s a Heaven A Heaven for a G, because me and my Gangstas Done done it all, but never tell He say "We already in Hell," I say "Ain't that a bitch?" 'Cause I work too hard, but still thankful as if this shit came as a gift I just pray for my niggas that's out here still slangin' that shit Keep my distance, I can't take that risk I hope they understand 'Cause a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right (Livin') Yeah, a young nigga livin' right A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me) Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') Bitches see me and start gettin' right Because they know a nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You can catch me riding down on the fucking Verrazano Ass out just like Diallo Diablo Hi-ho silver, call that motherfucker Tonto Leave a smoke trail back in Jersey in my condo You can run up like you're Rambo But you better hit me nigga if you know what I know Cause I got some supersize guys that'll hit you with a combo Pronto, you won't see the morning like Alonzo Camo shorts no socks with the red Bapes Walk in to my closet fuck around and get a headache Fuck you so good shawty you gonna need a bed break Red viper slither through the street like a red snake Red diamonds in my chain looking like a red snake Fuck with me wrong man, you gonna need some yellow tape "All them awards, Wayne, do you need a medal case?" You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh They say man it's like that Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP Stop for a second and gyrate them hips Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh If they say man it's like that Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes Yes I make money, I'm a paper machine And you can catch me in the newest, not the latest machine "Now, Weezy, why you drive so fast?" Because I'm chasing a dream And when I catch that motherfucker, I'm a rape it and leave Yea, Its Young Tunechi, now give me some pussy I ain't gotta paper chase 'cause my paper come to me I know money look good Bitch I know that why you looking huh Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows Young Money, bitch, but for short it's YM, ho Love that shit so much I went and iced out the symbol All my niggas scaring you, all your nigga's scarier Scarier than a cat in a cage with a terrier Pet cemetery, Wayne, are you the veterinarian? You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh They say man it's like that Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP Stop for a second and gyrate them hips Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh If they say man it's like that Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes

Yes I do it big, call me Lil Astronomical Weezy F baby and the 'F' is for phenomenal Type of nigga go and get his hood 'cross his abdominal You could check my watch, I been rich a long time ago I'm so tired of balling, man, I sleep all night Bed sheets so nice, bed bugs don't bite I ask her do she wanna fuck, before I ask twice, she say Yes I am a beast, I swear I needs to be tranquilized Yes I am a giant, next to me you are just ankle high Yes I eat that pussy, oh, how do I love that panty pie Keep my hair shampooed and yes, I keep my hands sanitized New Orleans baller, ask ESPN Just kicking it with the Bruce Lee-esbian "Do you really think you're better than the rest?" Haha, bitch, I'm the best7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I-I-I, am-am not a human being! Uhh, pussy for lunch Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha Yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland Together we stand, and fall on y'all Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball These dames ain't shit, Young Money is I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers Come through, coupe same color as veneers And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid Shit, fuck with me and get hid I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids Just do it? My nigga, I just did Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig You dig? This here, this big biz And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic Oww! I-I am not basic I-I-I, am-am not a human being! Uhh, rockstar baby Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese Heater close range, cause people are strange But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain Uhh, swag on infinity I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories Father forgive me for my brash delivery I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2" I scream "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!" And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you I am the rhyming oasis I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I am not basic I-I am not basic I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I, am-am not a human being! Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops You better run motherfucker, cause we not You better run 'til your feet stop You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop I am the rhyming oasis

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing I thank God that I am not basic I-I-I-I, I, I am not I-I-I, am-am not a human being10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat Now who wanna play fetch? When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet Mack the thinker, I'm the Blood - Method Man, Redman A scared man a dead man, can I get a amen You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the headrest Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for If I see 'em in the streets I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs I'm so fly I shop at Skymall Mama never bought me knockoffs Lord I need some wood to knock on Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on Point guard with the bullets; you say Rájon, I say Rajon Yeah, hold up; we them boys, we them wild boys I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points Menace to society, menace to myself though Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow And you don't want no problem, I'm a problem My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack You gotta shoot the rat when it get too big for the mousetrap Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I'll "Pow" back Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat Bitch I'm Tommy Gun Tunechi Favorite color ruby Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses Triple A dick, that's Amazin' And Amusin' I'm sedated and secluded I'm the greatest and improvin' But my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong Well if I die then I guess she dead right Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga I'll catch your pussy ass at a red light And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran We kidnap mamas and toddlers We don't give a fuck if they ass adopted Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they smilin' And Weezy still hot as tamales My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless I'm so sorry for the wait Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole Dej Loaf My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow My weed funky like armpits and assholes Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow And make sure them kids get everything they ask for My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac It's like she's two different persons; she be chillin', she be cursin' Cry a river, squirt a ocean Fuck fast, in slow motion Man I know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?) Man, I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?) Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late And I ain't apologetic, but, sorry for the wait Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late And I usually ain't apologetic, but Sorry 4 The Wait Gone25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Millzy, I see you T told me, "Do this shit" So I'ma do this shit No Ceilings! Yeah, haha Hahaha I'ma run this town tonight All right, now Ugh

Nigga, we are so ready for the war C-A-R-T-E-R, put the beat in ER I'm colder than "B-R," add another three Rs Watch me like DVD/VCR Pump to your chest, I ain't talking CPR Riding this track like a motherfucking streetcar New Orleans coroner—his name is Frank Minyard Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard Man, I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hem'rrhoid Man, I go to work on the beat, call it "employed" Man, I kicks it, bitch, get your shinguard! Ugh Young Money run this—towns, countries I still eat rappers—mmm, scrumptious My goons tote thumpers, they pump 'em like krumpers Anybody beat, I'm gon' go Archie Bunkers Tunechi be the wildest, let's run the metropolis I pop like lollys, you drop like eyelids The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing And they say money talks, you can hear my shit holl'ing You softer than ny-lin; oops, I meant "nylon" Perfection is the goal, and I’m headed to the pylon Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on The pistol mean business—that bitch should have a tie on T done told me, "Do this shit," so I had to do this shit I get superhero money, call a nigga "super-rich" Keep it "super" for a while, let me get on my "super-" shit Super-ill, super-sick—dog, I go super-Vick Ran into a superwoman, turned her to a super-bitch Hit her with that super-dick, she be coming super-quick Super-Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, 'Nelly, Super Nick' Super-Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super-clique Now, I’m off that "super" shit, fuck that shit, I super-quit Running circles 'round the game, like a hula hoop and shit You gon' have to loop this shit, there won’t be a duplicate And my blunts be super-thick, I'm higher than a Supra kick I—I—I’m the bomb, baby, watch me nuke this shit When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit My apologies, diabolically I’m the prodigy—do you roger me? I look in the flames and see a hotter me But how come I’m still colder than common-ly? Yeah, we run this town, like a lot of feet Young Mula, baby; I'm proud of me21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That's how I raised 'em, Lord Them niggas crazy D-boy, D-boy, D-boy My pockets look Keloid My dead Presidents reborn When I'm naked, I got three arms Got a big house with a green lawn Got a cigar full of neon Like my ho cold and my tea warm Close his casket, he look deformed I got bitches on my dick I got Jays at my door I got shooters on my team I got Feds down my throat Counting money, dirty and clean Smoking nothing but Irene Got a bitch with good hygiene I'm sick with it, no vaccine I got coke under my nails I got niggas taking them Ls Nigga, we don't need no scale I'm sick with it, no get well Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man, please don't shoot 'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it like T-R-U Young nigga ridin' in a V-1-2 Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu Like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two You do you, I'ma do what it do Niggas dropping dimes and their 2 cents too Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody-hoo Started from the bottom and I grew into Everything I'm driving is new, improved When she fucking with me, it's a new experience Fucking with you it's a new excuse Nigga, who is you? I looked in the mirror, say "Ooh, it's you" All my goons be too enthused So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue Light blue Michael Jordans, my shoe get checks like "Swoosh" Hear you niggas talking about what you gon' do or might do I invite you, I entice you, but I advise you not to God bless you like "Achoo" Police find you in the bayou

With your friends by you and your shit knocked loose Nigga, that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu I been Piru, I'm in my mood So you know what you can do? Fuck nigga, pull up I'll be waiting, yeah Fuck nigga, good luck, yeah I'll be waiting, yeah Fuck nigga, pull up Fuck nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up I'll be waiting with my muhfuckin' foot up I ain't even stood up, fuck nigga, good luck Fuck nigga, put up or muhfuckin' shush up Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up Like, fuck nigga, what up? Fuck nigga shook up I been out here since P had the hook up So if you wanna meet, nigga, I'm a butcher If you wanna beef, nigga, I'm a butcher My niggas wanna eat? Nigga, I'mma cook ya If you with your bitch, and your bitch want me Nigga, I'ma pull her like a trigger, she the bullet We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture, I'm a-zoomin I'ma hit 'em, I'ma lose 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma bruise 'em I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover I come at you when I'm movin', the bitch I'm with bad I'ma pinch her on her booty, that bitch is Lil Tunechi's Aw yeah, aw yeah, fuckin' right Always had my gun in fights Always had the upper hand You the always-call-your-brother type (Ooh) Hard head all my fuckin' life (Yeah) Whole world in my fuckin' hand (Yeah) Damn, my girl just pulled up With "Pull Up to My Bumper" playin' But fuck it man, like what you sayin'? Look, I'm not sayin', but I'm just sayin' Fuck nigga, pull up I'll be waitin' Lord knows, I'll be waitin' for you Me and my young niggas That's how I raised 'em Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up Like, fuck nigga, what up? Blooka-blooka-blookah I say, fuck nigga, pull up, I'm waitin' with my foot up Fuck nigga, good luck (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt) I say, fuck nigga, pull up, fuck around and never pull off They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and pull off They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and keep goin' I put the gun in his mouth and say "Be quiet and breathe soft" Shifty eyes, I see four, flip them pies like D. Dawes These bitches tired, they sleepwalk Brilliant mind, I'm street smart, in deep thought And we are what she want And she want and he don't But keep on and we gon' see (Yeah) Fuck nigga, pull up Yeah, fuck nigga, pull up, woo I'll be waiting, haha Why you waiting? Fuck nigga, pull up, fuck nigga, pull up Fuck nigga, pull up Yeah, I'll be waiting for you Uh, me and my young niggas, yeah That's how I raised 'em Lord Them lil niggas crazy They just waiting for me to tell 'em to go crazy, boy What am I waiting for?34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Straight from the East side Blood gang, we heavy Fuck nigga, dare me I turn into Freddy My fingers machetes Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis We trap out the 'telly when we outta town Uzi on deck Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch, that's the plug Ocean view bedroom, baby See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub Hold up, I ain't playin' Niggas say they rich, I say "And?" Same old song, I ain't dance Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan

If you don't see what I'm sayin' I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam I ain't playin' Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin' Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand I'm advanced like Japan Got more sand than Sudan, Lord And life ain't nothin' but a long day And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay That's why I had to get a little more trunk space Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808 Boom, like a 808 I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat I gotta get the raw back, I need a format I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack Ooh, 187, 211 Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky Stunt my ass off, chain heavy Your bitch get passed on, chain letter Train smoker, smoke plain, never Had a date with the Devil Then I changed schedules I'm a trained killer Like a paid killer Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew Nigga, no love That's from the bottom of my heart I pull up and paint your whole fucking block red Then get out of my car and admire my art Then smile at my thoughts My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk She see why I'm a boss I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti While it was parked Now I don't wan' talk, bitch, I don't wan' talk Lean in my punch, I decided to spar Anybody want war? I'm excited to start Get indicted tomorrow I be out by the morn Before I even yawn Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil' boys This is victory lane, now do I need a horn? The struggle is real, and the Bible too long I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts Lord, please Kilos, OZ's 'Cause my bitch high class, she like Pinot and cheese I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree I can hijack a Brinks, so my sweet soda pink I'm a freak show to freaks I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap I'm a hard man to reach I'm newborn and deceased I'm too hard for this beat I'm the heart and the beat The Chong and the Cheech My blunt long as a speech Roach look like a leech I'm too long for the brief I'm too wrong for the priest With this chrome on your teeth That get blown out your cheek Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet I'm the head nigga, like Prodigy And bitch, I'ma shine, like Connery Yeah And life ain't nothin' but a long day Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes Loadin' up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full I'm full blooded with this grind Yeah they don't understand lil nigga

Murder capital only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I go hard to the fullest Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em Knock his top to his bottom jack Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man I backwards hand your man on command In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in five states Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills My speeches can kill, rest in peace Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you bout, we bout it However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you I lie his body in grease, set fire to em I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea! And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman talk to em Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg I'm underground, call me groundhog Lay down laws, call the ground law Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed The Sig peel bandanas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Hardbody, hardbody Carter, Carter, Carter Yeah Let's go Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin' Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah) Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah) And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?) I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah) I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah) So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga) Breakfast, yes Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah) Then hunt for the lunch and dinner No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh) No bow and arrows, Harold (No) Just Ninas, Gina (Damn) Just choppers, Robert (Damn) Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?) I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah) I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em) Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go) I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah) It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah) Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah) I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh) Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know) Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No) Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah) I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy) What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?) You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back) Catch me where the weather be (Hah) Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em) Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah) Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em) So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah) Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah) Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so They don't forget it, I underline it, and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah) When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah) Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah) Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah) Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn) I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin') Fork in the road, I'm always going right Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah) We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut) Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah) Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah) Damn, then one more to the face (Bah) Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah) I'm made, straight mafia shit Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah) And the obvious shit? If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah) And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah) See, you fucking up the money, baby And that ain't good business You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em) And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah) The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah) Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No 'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh) You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga)

Lift up your toes and look under a rug Trust me, that's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah) Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such, church Tha Mobb Nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking You woke up and said "Go baby" She said "Fuck me hard, don't take it easy on me Don't do me no favors" No neighbors Pussy like water, got no smell ain't got no flavor She treat the tip of my dick like a waitress She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater We've been drinkin' and they've been talkin' But we ain't worried, we just look the other way It's time to roll up and get it started It's bout that time I've been feenin' all day I want you right now Right in the skate park, riding on your skateboard You, right now We drunk in love I wanna do it all night, we won't stop Got me feeling like Aaliyah when you make my boat rock Baby be my leader, tell me how you want it papi How you want it papi? How you want it? We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot Hol' up, throw that, throw that pussy girl Throw that, throw that pussy Got you walkin' crooked, lookin' drunk as Uncle Woody Hol' up, I don't even drink, I just be on that drank I just be on that dank and wide awake like I ain't So I'ma wear that ass out all night You get hard dick all day, pussy always tight And warmer than The North Face Ooh talkin' crazy, dick gon' have you walkin' crazy Round this bitch lookin' handicapped At least you'll get good parking spaces Look at things on the bright side Hit that ass from the right side I'ma fuck the shit out ya, no more Mr. nice guy Ooh girl, you gon' get this dick, we don't do romance She ride the dick so fast, like look ma, no hands Oh, I'ma pull her hair, I don't care if it ain't her hair I'ma paint her pussy lips white, white like Dave Chappelle You gon' suck your finger, after you play with yourself I'm like fuck all that singing you about to yell We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking You woke up and said "Go baby" She said fuck me rough, don't take it easy on me Don't do me no favors No neighbors Fuck you so hard you turn around like goodness gracious

You ask for this and you know I accommodate ya She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater And that purp mixed with that Sprite My body high and we gettin' right with that swisha' hit that light Boy no speakin', we freakin' Play around with my boy toy He slidin' through that half pipe while I'm ridin' on that skate board Skate board, skate board Ridin' on that, grindin' grindin' on that (Hol' up) He surfin' all that, he surfin' all that hood hood I'm ridin' on that, twerkin' on that good good We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot We gon' be fuckin' all night We ain't makin' love We ain't makin' love So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot And this that sorry This that, you won't be sorry No you won't be sorry Thank you for your patience This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 You won't be sorry, no you won't be sorry But this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I thank you for your patience, yeah30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Fuck with me Thank you Yeah (Come on), yeah, yeah (Come on) You know me, man, yeah (Come on), yeah (Come on) Alright, hahaha Oh, Fee, I got 'em, boy Weezy Baby (C2, yeah) Weezy Baby (Three) You can't see me But I see you (Yeah) And I see you (Yeah) Lord I, I, I got 'em Bring the crowd in, I'm loud in living color It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't askin' them for nothing If you sell a million records, we could battle for your money I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin', baby, yes, I'm still flossin' Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a little bulky You look a little salty, have yourself a chilled coffee Chill out, the guns is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy, I got paper to reel in God, I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond And I hope you catchin' on to every line, who am I? The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid (Yeah), yeah The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin', stealin' and feedin' Peelin' and leavin', killin' and grievin' Dearly departed, erased, deleted No 'prints, no plates, no face, no trace Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got Family try tell the feds, tell the cops

Smell a rat comin' back to the house, to the spot Tap-tap, knock-knock, who is that? Chk-pow Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the kids Boogieman Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam (Haha) Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up Pussy-ass niggas, put your nuts up, just call me The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah Fuck up with all these rookie MCs? Whew, smell like a bunch of pussy to me Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long Fuck 'em hard, fuck who? Fuck 'em all Yeah, like that, just like that, right back I'm on that money train and that MAC'll knock 'em off track The quarterback, well-protected from the Warren Sapp The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat Since everyone's a king, well, where the fuck your palace at? Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle that It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cussin' (Who?) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man in the mirror, my hero He helped me center my ego When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito Man in the mirror,, my hero He helped me see like a eagle He helped me hear enemies cry wolf Then he see me take off my sheep clothes Hasta la vista, adios Beat the odds like mosquitoes Keep in mind I'm a negro So my open mind got a screen door Bitches wan' come play the lead role And end up with nothin' but B-roll Sit on the dick in a C-4 Then I come back with a cheat code Pill bottle only half full But fuck it, my nigga, I'm past good Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful I never really knew my dad good But still grew up to be the big bad wolf You always see me with the white cup Some people say that is a bad look But take a good look at what you are lookin' at You never know when it's your last look It's written all over my face It's tattooed, it can't be erased One of a kind, I can't be replaced In case that mirror breaks Well it's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Tryna get back right with ya 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Man in the mirror, my hero He helped me center my evil I see the fire in his eyes But he keep my blood temperature zero Man in the mirror, my 'migo Crème de la crème de la Créole Couple a cracks in the mirror Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though

Daytime start to turn black Everything stop like start to twirl Thank God Weezy back Order is restored, all is right with the world Last time become lost time No free time, 'til I bought time No tea time, no off time No me time, on y'all time Blessings shower from the north side From the brightest flower out the darkest skies Love is blind but we caught eyes It's a bumpy road but a joyride Still can't ignore my rappetite Like a hungry shark in a koi pond Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live Nigga, y'all died Well it's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Tryna get back right with ya 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya Yeah It's been way too long And I wonder what it's been like Man in the mirror, my hero He got me center my ego When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito It's written all over my face Tattoos that can't be erased One of a kind, I can't be replaced In case that mirror breaks2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Nigga I be hard on a ho 'cause a bitch ain't shit And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss It's Dedication 5, medication high I gotta clean up after these niggas 'cause they be wasting time And boy, my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse Dirty money, no footprints in dirt We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds I swear, play with these niggas, that's that shit I don't do As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food I got the power, but a short fuse, let's go I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the Feds You know snitches get stitches, nigga, needle and thread You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg Alright, fucking right, shoot you up at the light Straight take all your possessions, call that shit Poltergeist And my homie, he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes I call my bitch Plane Jane 'cause she catch nut like a flight I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his I feel like He-Man when I'm in your ho And tell that bitch give me my space, like a telescope In her throat like Ricola, my system solar I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra Watch that nigga, let's go Boy, my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket Soon as I get off paper, I'mma smack a nigga No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke Right back pocket, flag redder than a velvet rope Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes I swear to God, I put in work I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert I spit these bars, this a uni-verse You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke I'm telling ya, shout out Turk It's Hot Boys, bitch, the block is hot If I ain't have the keys to success I would have picked the lock Diarrhea, shit don't stop, until my fucking casket drop Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock Tunechi Dedication 5 What up Five30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em, They tell me "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein' All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother Throw that pussy, throw that pussy And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy- Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups Rest In Peace to my last victim We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement 5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah It’s that pure Colombia ’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it! Tunechi Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea Let's get it I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop Like ugh, this that pure Columbia It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this? Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing Ahhhhh We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt! D5, what up five? Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Every night I rush to my bed With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance To see you when I close my eyes I’m going outta my head Lost in a fairytale Can you hold my hands and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars, cover your skies And I hope it rains, you’re the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this? You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where Baby long as you’re here I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Yo, yo, Young Money right here Bike here, throw it up, no high chair Cold like a white bear Freddy Krueger I'm a rap bitch nightmare And I’m rich, I could buy you Kill bitches, leave their body in the Bayou More brain than a IQ More head than a dread, my youte And my bank account ain’t hardly empty That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley So please mamacita, please no envy When you come around it reads no entry Who’s next to go? My flows so flexible Get gas, then get at me, Texaco Shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico White jag with the twisted lip I ain't Mike Jack but "This is it!"

B-b-b-boo I'm everywhere You're like balloon boy, mama, you was never there! I am the Kung Fu Panda Fuck all your blogs, fuck all your propaganda Good for the goose, then its good for the gander Nicki ain't a rapper, Nicki is a brander Please, you can never compare to me All these bitches is scared of me I am who they couldn’t even dare to be So that's all folks, badabadee I go hard, pause Hospital flow, get more gauze I'm a bad bitch on all fours The President be like, "It's all yours!" Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats Go together like Ricky and his eye patch Go together like a team in the gym Kareem and the ring, the queen and the king Tattoo your name across my heart So it will remain Not even death could make us part (No Ceilings!) What kind of dream is this? You could be a sweet-- Uh, kush it out, red bone, pussy, mouth Eat you up, spit you out, fuck your girl in your house I’m terrible, be careful, you might want say a prayer or two So cold, I need theraflu, I'm so high, I need parachutes I'm error proof, I'm never spooked, got my coupe, heaven blue And my flag red as hell, think you're sweet as devils food I never lose, my weapons use Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude And she’s the queen, two’s a couple, three’s a scene Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams, get the pussy wet, Abita Springs Hah, I'm Easter clean, shout to my home girl, Mika Means Anything we want we redeem, you niggas gassed up, ‘93 Supreme Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch, more than an artist, bitch She talk a whole lot of shit and walk around like she President Carter's bitch She be on her Barbie shit, and me? I'm on Tha Carter VI And I can turn crumbs to bricks, and I can turn nuns to tricks Hah, Young Mula baby, f-fuck your feelings And this is No Ceilings, yeah You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where Baby long as you’re here I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My name is, my name is My name is, Weezy Baby, and I'm high Like maintenance, I'm smokin' I'm drankin', leanin' daily, like, hi My name is, you know what my name is Bitch, I'm famous, like Tom Brady And hi, your name is? Not important Who cares? Not Weezy Baby, uh Wake up, I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch Makeup on my pillows make me mad, bitch Without no makeup, I see that bitch as just average Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi Looking at my Rollie, I got boogers on my Rollie 'Bout to hook up with my whoadies Got the hook up on that codeine Got the sugar for your nose ring Got the blooka, I'm reloading And according to my darling this dick feels so damn rewarding I'm reporting out of shorty, she so naughty, me so horny Kilo on me like I'm Tony, break it down to Rice-A-Roni Take her out, look like she lonely, I'm gon' candlelight the moment I'ma vandalize the pussy, she told him "My phone was roaming" She be moaning 'til the morning, I be goin' in I be on it, I be in it, I'm like Foreman on the grill And I got doormen at the entrance They got pistols in they trenches They got rituals, religion And I'm like, bitch, you know I'm sipping 'Til I die My name is, Lil Wayne, bitch Weezy, F. Baby, ha Her name went, from whatever-it-was To "Lil Wayne's bitch", now that's crazy And I, I camed in, regained strength Rebanged it, rotation Her guy, he's nameless, he ain't shit Always on the same shit, poor baby I pour up so much they call me Pour Baby

Kush man, I need a sack like Charles Haley Sipping to the Big Moe, I'm the Barr Baby Sip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing, err! My long days give me short patience My heart vacant, awards taken What in tarnation? No information, no statements Young mula, old mula, mula all ages Ha-Hallelujah, I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac Roc-A-Fella, new rock, hundred K in a shoebox AK and a new Glock go wap-ba-ba-loo-bop Pray the vest you got save you like a coupon Hustle 'til my dreadlock is grey as some Poupon Every day is my birthday, I'm a newborn Stay on my toes, ask a shoe horn, I ain't got no roof on Gettin' my No Ceilings 2 on And hi, I'm brainless, I'm stainless Entertainment, his lady And, um, if she ain't thick, then she ain't it I can't fuck wit' a slim lady I tried, but Superhead keep complaining Bitch ancient, bitch shady and she tired Okay then, I'm skatin' Doing tricks, call me 'trick Swayze Okay, In other news and other niggas' hoes Your wife taste like Honey Nut Cheerios I'm in the mirror, like "Ooh, baby" Who needs a miracle when I got you, baby? Pimping in my last life, I'm the shit you ass-wipe Beat the pussy, cat fight, my teeth look like a flashlight Weed is like a airline, 'cause easily I'm that high Fistful of money, mix some green in with your black eye Greedy like a fat guy, I'll eat a nigga franchise I beat him by a landslide, a leader like a rabbi I'm leading by halftime, he bleeding, I'm a vampire His body in the trunk with his feet all on my Alpines We the niggas, that's right, we all that and fries Y'all on standby, my broads got cat eyes Traphouse land lines, boom like land mines All my bitches allies with Tune on their backsides So hi, my name is, on her anus On her cranium, bitch cravin' And I'm fly, and I'm wavy And her name is Bust It Baby And hi, my name is in your mouth, it must be tasty Gone!32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hahaha (Hahaha) C5, D-Block, L-O-X You know? Yeah, yeah Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this Nah, two thirds of the world's most loyalest I'ma shoot em, I'ma pay the bail, I'm sure of this I'ma kill em, I'ma get the witness, teach 'em more of this We never sing, not even on a song, where the chorus is Dig the hole, get the wood box, bring the florist in Tell the pastor, tell the family, we was just warnin' them 38's, 45's, all type of Tauruses About to hit the bong, pour the Holy water in Celebrating', for participatin', in the slaughterin' Eatin' steaks at the same spot, they killed Paulie in Frank White's three in the quarter, tapin' your daughter in Columbia with the connect, puttin' the order in Nigga act, we gon' clap, like we the audience Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints Do your homework on, whoever you go to war against I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy And if I need somethin' call Baby, I need something call Baby And the streets was callin' me, but a nigga had call waitin' And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shavin' And sometimes we had to be vegetables That mean we had to stay patient, 'cause they say you are what you eat I took the star out of starvation, bitch I come from a Third World, started rappin' in the fourth grade Started trappin' in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade Dropped out, a nigga gettin' paid, this when Birdman had a fade This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up And all them niggas that's bitin' got they fins cut I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got Uh But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up And the early birds in the wormhole would get so fat that they'd get stuck We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch This when niggas called Diddy Puff, lettin' Biggie bump While I'm sittin' up in that big body, I can show you a dead body Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters Wrap the birds in red tape, call them bitches Red Robins Pops had kilos, I needed one ki I would've made copies Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners I smoke 'bout a pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper Some niggas were late bloomers, but, boy, look how they've blossomed Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances Look, you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy And get through customs, 'cause last time we just took em I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin' And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga layin' behind them bushes I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got C570EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (I'ma be alright because Dizzy here wildin') Okay, time to make my mark, I gave 'em a head start (Yeah) Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't need no frauds (Nah) Time to raise the bar, rappin' like I passed the bar (Yeah) You would think I ride bikes, boy, the way I handle bars (Yeah) Real niggas in charge (Yeah), we back for what's ours (Ours) Poppin' all these blues, I might turn into an Avatar They ain't wanna see me back, he's back Human crack in the flesh, sorry, I had to relapse (Sorry) These niggas weak, whack, I twist 'em like weed wraps Still on my Nino Brown, still getting G money on G-packs (Woo) No Stunna Man, bustin' like Duh Duh Man, it's evident These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine Cosby, spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedalin' Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in The Revenant Still whippin' and stretchin' it, two pots, ambidextrous I'm a beast, a dog, I see that money, I'm fetchin' it Your ho throwin' it at me, I'm catchin' it Don't check me, go check your bitch You don't want to get me out of my element From a tenant in the tenements to owning my residence (One) Phone still clicking, I feel like the receptionist Out of this world, yes, he is, extraterrestrian (Woo) My life's a fucking movie, boy, don't get yourself edited (Out) I'm like Steph at the free throw, that piece blow, I never miss Taught your girl how to whip the girl, now she a lesbian (Yeah) You can level up, still won't be on my level then, it's level ten These niggas hot, I must be kettlin' They don't want the steam, but I know you want the tea That's your bitch? Why she only fuck with me? 'Cause I'm ballin', MSG (Ballin') Roof missin' on this whip and I need two kitchens (Two) Your bitch say I'm number two, yeah, too different (True) Weakest get bagged, start singing, yeah, loose lippin' (Loose) Tell the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon (Never) Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in (Ever) Be smart, 'cause Bounce, he a fool with it It's on, say it's on, I'm 7-Eleven with it That's twenty-four seven with it, wherever, whatever with it, yeah (Wherever) Your mama gon' need a church with a reverend in it Just pray it's a heaven in it, and hope that they let you in it, yeah Boy, I expose the truth in lies (Yup) Cross me and get crucified, no shootin' five War's on, that bazooka rise, get neutralized Shoot five times five, watch you divide In a sheet like the sheik ridin' through Dubai (Yup) Game back in a chokehold, the noose was tied (Ayy) Suicide, it's a suicide Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind Kick a nigga ass, then give him my shoes to shine It's do or die, I come from where we used to crime The Uzi 9 more important than school supplies, the pools is dry My niggas and the food is fried, the news is lies The pigeons is too spooked to fly, the rules denied All the toughest goons is mine, that's Tunechi's slimes They kill you and go do the time, we unified Young Money revolutionized the new design

We had to leave the flukes behind and supersize The numbers through the roof and sky Don't look too surprised, look through the lines We makin' moves and strides, grooves and vibes I'm too alive, these hoes need to be supervised They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind She get dick and an Uber ride, number two with fries, I'm pimpin' Now, who am I? I'm who and why I'm rude and kind, my cars are computerized I'm cruisin' by, smokin' blunts Ruben size You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized Brrt, skrrt, shoot, then drive Now, who survived? We comin' back to rewind I'm usually high, sippin' on the Houston wine Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline Jackie red, Julie blonde, they Cuban fine I bruise they spine, I leave and they snooze 'til nine Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe These bitches try to divide, we too divine Got the drugs to provide the coolest highs The greenest green and the white with the bluest eyes The syrup and the juice collide, the two combine like suits and ties Magic, poof, goodbye Smoke good weed It's bloody mary if you fuck with me Yeah, them boys back around Bitch, we ride, then fire It's do or die Smoke good weed It's bloody mary if you fuck with me Yeah, them boys back around Bitch, we ride, then fire It's do or die Smoke good weed11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm calling you daddy, daddy Can you be my daddy, daddy? I need a daddy, daddy Would you be my daddy, daddy? (No ceilings) Come and make it Wayne down on me Wide receiver Weezy, throw the pussy at me The pussy lips smiling, I make the pussy happy Take them panties off, the pussy lookin' at me I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready I like to kiss. She like to kiss I deep stroke and make her bite her fist The lights is on, the night is grown We get it poppin' cause we know we can't when wifey home California kush - strong as a Titan - is what I'm lightin' on We get high as fuck then we "Just Do It" put your Nikes on Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face And if there's something she'd like to say I let her say it on my microphone She love my style...but that's expected She coming back to you? The chances anorexic I knew she had it in her, so I got it out her She give me neck around the clock: I call it "round the Carter" She rub my back, she say I'm tight She cook, fuck and clean And still make her flight! First-class pussy, crystal glass pussy I get it wetter than bass pussy I likes it thick and red Ralph Lauren spread Lady in the streets, porn star in bed She like to fuckfight, so we spar in bed She got that pink pussy, I beat it orange/red I fuck American pie and I get foreign head She sit down and ride like I'm a thoroughbred She kiss mine, and I kiss hers back If she's a bad bitch She deserve that She send me pictures to my iPhone Then I gotta clear em cause my girl be checking my phone I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown When I'm in that pussy, honey, I'm home You dun been good, but you can do better I dun been wet, but I can get wetter Come and make it Wayne down on me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She on her back screaming she love me, yeah And I'm in her pussy thinking 'bout money, mmm I done forgot what all my old hoes look like But they see me with my new bitch, make 'em miss the good life I moved to Cali, had to leave the beach alone And you could call me what you want Just don't call me on speaker phone And the good die young And the great live forever

Go see your memory bank teller 'Cause you done forgot who put this shit together Wait, bitch I hop in my Phantom and drive 'til my phone start roamin', yeah Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah Please pardon my restroom, but Tunechi got the longest shit list, uh My pockets are pregnant, they up early with morning sickness I swear, ooh, I been through so much But that's life, I get high, it don't phase me, no They ask, how do you sleep at night? I reply, like a baby, bitch I been out here doing me by myself, nigga, no special features It's all about the Benjamins, no disrespect to Aretha But I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby That paper, baby, that paper, baby 'Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody Gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby, that paper, babe Yeah, 'cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody Gotta get my paper, babe, my paper, babe, my paper, babe Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, baby Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no But I gotta get my paper, babe, uh Perfect attendance on the block, I'm boomin', yeah When it's cold, when it's rainy When it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid, oh I walk into the corner store feeling like a king World on my back, shit feel like a mink Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink Hold up, wait I got Xanax, I got Percocet, yeah She give me pussy and her income tax, yeah I send my goons to rob the dope man, lawd They bring it back, now I'm the dope man Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase, yeah Molly in the Kool-Aid, we put molly in the Kool-Aid, uh I'm still watching bootlegs 'cause I can't go to the movies 'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies Me and your bitch made a movie, yeah Ooh, I'm on a new wave I been wilding in these streets, mama But still remember everything you said to me Don't believe these hoes, they be lying through they teeth, mama Toothache Oh Lord, I gotta get that paper 'Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no Wait, bitch I hop in the Bentley and drive 'til my phone start roamin' Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah I used to be fun-loving, now I'm a gun-loving killer But these niggas made me like this Now they all afraid of they own invention I walk with a limp 'Cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight I've come to a stage in my life And I just can't let my life boo me off stage, no Tuxedo on and a cumberbund Fingers crossed behind my back On the corner, watching my money come 'Cause I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby That paper, baby, that paper, babe 'Cause these streets fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, babe Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody And I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else to my hair I kiss you 'cause it just happen I do what I do 'cause it gotta be done But I guess I oughta start taking credit for something, right (Mula) Yesterday, I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there She wasn't there again today I really hope she go away (These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody And I don't wanna do it no more) 'Cause you know, sometimes "at last" doesn't happen at first (Yeah) I'm the pimp and the problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

She said, "You don't think of me when I know you think too much" Hmm (I don't wanna do it no more) (These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody) (And I don't wanna do it no more) She said "I think you think I think you think of us," hmm (I'ma get this paper, baby, I'ma get this paper, baby) She said she wanted sprinkles, I said sprinkles are for winners Free Weezy Mula21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Dear Anne, my number one fan I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand With my pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad And I'm thinking of life, Anne, and wrong and right, Anne And sometimes I'm right and sometimes I might Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright So I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand That they'll be price paying before my flight land But still, I want to see more than my sight can Adore so I can't ignore what I want anymore So I just go you can call me the goer And oh, yeah, I got a girl, she act like I owe her And uhm, sometimes it seems like I just don't know her And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Dear Anne, my number one fan I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand I hope everyone's good, I hope everybody's praying I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands See, lately I've been dealing with a lot of shit, Anne It's burning me and I can't get out of this pan And everytime I look there's a problem with this man But I ain't tryna expose, I'm just tryna expand But your support held me up like kickstands And I'm also being more careful in how I pick friends Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them chicks' pants... but I just can't But on another note, this ain't just another note This is more than a rap, this is more of an oath And I know you're wondering what this letter is for And I'm just hoping that you read this far, page two Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Dear Anne, my number one fan By now, you probably think that I'm portraying who I'm saying And sometimes I wish I wasn't him but I am And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am Hey, you are the shit, damn, pardon the gram' But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the fam And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to begin I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne With you is where my artistry can, Anne So with you is where a part of me stands, Anne I hope I see you in the stands, Anne Because you know I understand, Anne And I'm sorry about Stan So I wrote this to say that I'm your number one fan Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> London on da Track, bitch! We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody!" Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising I'll test a lion before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad

I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero fucks given I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin' She still come visit, she don't wan' leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said, "I get it," I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it Uh, money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it" Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying It's agonizing but it's gratifying Squad! I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Hold up, you ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you killed, that's my real day job I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gon' throw 'em up and we gon' give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh! Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic Tunechi And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches Bitches outside, them some sad-ass bitches, leggo (Leggo, leggo, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches Bitches outside, them some sad ass-bitches, leggo (Leggo, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ashanti) Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh I fucked around and made a buncha fuck around money Now I feel like found money I'm fuckin' awesome, 'til awesome have a child for me Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows comin' Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons Now baby, make that ass clap like it's proud of me She said, "I will," like ill with an apostrophe Its Lil Tunechi, word around on the streets That everythin' is workin' out like obliques, they wanna see it obese You drive me crazy you gon' crash the 'vert Get out my business why you act like a clerk I got a white girl she call me names like bastard and jerk That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs Fucked her right good night, die wit' em open I'm wit' a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate

Cocaine, bakin' soda, and some hot water Kept the fiends comin' back to me, not karma Smiled at my first kilo like a proud father Smiled at my first judge like I'll be out tomorrow Keep the Glock on 'em All eyes on me, I had a Pac moment This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin' Leave ya house haunted I ain't kiddin', I ain't playin', fuck up your house party Lil Tunechi So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? ‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go home Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go wrong Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? ‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go but home Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go but wrong Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh (Got you, Ashanti, uh) Just a watch and a mink coat, yeah Wherever I spit at, a tree grow I’m a blood with some C-notes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I’m gettin' more checks than a peep hole (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yo, I done been through hell and back on a steamboat Met the devil, came back feelin' frío Gang bangin’, tatted up like Latinos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And since I’m on my Spanish shit, it’s Carter Cinco Mami is bionic and bisexual, bilingual Mami is a goddess, but she gotta let her wings show Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that’s a team sport All these bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain’t seen yours Muscle car look like I just got out the bing, whoa Drop the top, smell like I just opened a weed store A nice beat mixed with Tunechi like a cream float (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) With Mannie Fresh the O.G., now it's a G.O. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Luh-uh-uh) Woo! Yeah, got the squad in this bitch in case it pop off (Lu-uh) Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I’ve been rich since the Hot Boys? (Luh-uh-uh) Bad-ass dog by the screen door (Lu-uh) Oof, your girl walkin’ ‘round my house wearin' nothin' but my watch and my mink coat (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Ah, yeah, now everybody throw a five, throw a five, Carter Cinco (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) And since I’m on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) We gon' start this shit off right We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) We gon' start this shit off right (Yeah) We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches, leggo (Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) (Yeah, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah) Yeah, we got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches In the restroom, in the mirror takin' pictures, alright, yeah That's alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches Couple niggas trippin’, mean muggin’, makin’ fists-es, alright That’s alright, but we don’t fight, no Welcome4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this: Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush) Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue So called beef with you-know-who Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been through Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush Then they telling y'all lies on the news The white people smiling like everything cool But I know people that died in that pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really going on Make it look like a lotta stealing going on Boy them cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat

Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that live by the levee That keep on telling me they heard explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965: I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map New Orleans baby, now the White House hating Trying to wash us away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back Niggas thinking it's a wrap See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses The mayor say don't worry bout it And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm Fuck President (Georgia) Bush See us in ya city man, give us a pound Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! Oh yeah You thought we was done? Nah Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes) Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand, get you 28 grams If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom" Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me 50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing And I don't even write, pause Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' Mike Jordan, pardon my swag But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer

Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patron, I don't play No ice I like my drink straight, not gay And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price rising for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> David-David-David-David-David Banner La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la La La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la Ugh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris— Hilton, presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole, and I'm a lion like her daddy I am hotter than the Sun-day after Sat'day I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin' See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride Oww! Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ahhh, haaaa) My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey's) I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning" Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman In my life—then, I got horny Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread" My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive

Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!) I hope you niggas know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz (Okay) Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Maine for President I'll probably paint the White House black if it was my residence Bush back in office, some niggas feel that's irrelevant Cause they still pedalin' this medicine, but anyway, anyday I can zurk off quick and make my semi spray Send some of my men away just to blow your men away Stephon Marbury type bullets, they like the penetrate Young Money, we outta school, but we got chemistry Young Spitta, Young Maine, Young Cop, Young Mobb, Tez Poe We don't pass the rock nigga, we ball hog Mad slow in the Escalade nigga, y'all all fall Jack your fresh ass Caddy and steal your white walls Nigga, we don't like y'all Hell yeah, we will fight y'all We ain't on no Tyson shit We ain't tryna' bite y'all Knuckin' if you buckin', probably bustin' at your cousin How youngins' that spout something Y'all niggas ain't 'bout nothin' Nigga we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust So pick your high, I will supply and correct changes, what's up We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us You niggas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us I got a bitch who speak Spanglish She keep her bangles danglin' And the cocaine is right up in her anus Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin' Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fuck is a hammock The chef up in the kitchen like, what the fuck is a sammich I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance Challenge me, that be to my advantage I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier The seats will be lazier, shit'll be gravier Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her Wavin' at her at 2 crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, 3 brazees deep We got .380s and P80 9s, 9s, M-10ss and M1s and 12 gauges Shell cases, money put up for jail cases, bail make it My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it I hit her with one of them stale faces, like I'll be damned momma, they know who I am momma I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma Fuck with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nigga Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood Niggas know I'm heavy with the coke, with the coke In the Impala SS and sittin' heavy on the spokes Never am I broke man, I'm playin with some change I get a nigga soaked like he playing in the rain And everywhere I go, a ho starin' at my chain I'm the most valuable player in the game All these haters wanna ride me Cause I got more kicks than niggas with black belts in karate Keep a redbone with a real nice body Just copped a 'Lac and a yellow Maserati Niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg When Young Money shoppin', we don't leave nothing in the mall These niggas ain't as rich as us Man your rims too small, get your motherfucking inches up Cause I copped me a Benz today Just to go on 106 & Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yessir Three Ha, I love this shit So let me talk my shit, uh-huh (Coughing) Okay, I'm good Yeah

I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy They cannot see me, they are like Stevie I am bearing a ton like Levy I circle your house like BB Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin' Like a tangerine Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin' —a Jolie, Holy God flow I go where no other guy go Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0— 4, I hope every snitch die slow Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star Yeah, let me upgrade you You may not be a model, but I can front-page you You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior Let me just taste you, we can fuck later Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Top peeled back like the skin of a potato Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater Leave you with some bulletholes the size of craters You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoe'er your favorite It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery I don't really want to, but these niggas making me Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme? Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed I'm a monster, every day is Halloween A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see" Young Carter, darling Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami Let me upgrade you Ha, let me upgrade you Upgrade you, ah Ahhhh.... Weezy!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah It's Baby E. on the track Yeah Said Trappin' getting old, so I been moving weight Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the Interstate Made myself a plug, get it a hundred ways And I still got the Act' you know I love the taste Spending dirty money at the Gucci store Fuckin' with the models, eating sushi rolls She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love Baby mama mad, she see me movin' up On to bigger better things Bigger television screens That I never get to see 'Cause I'm so heavy in the streets I just blew a hundred thou' So I'm goin' outta town And I'ma try to make it back all right back

Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin' Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin' Finessin', finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last Percocets, Molly, and Syrup, I got PMS Chillin' with your bitch watchin' First 48 And I still got that Act', you know I love the taste And I let her hit the J And I let her call me bae And I let her call you back Just to get that out the way Then she hang up in your face And I get it on her face Then I teach her how to skate Then I skate I'm straight Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Tunechi Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Mula Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Yeah Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Remix, baby I'm up right now, yeah Mula I'm up right now, yeah Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah I'm up right now, yeah And me I'm on I'm up right now, yeah Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse shit I'm up right now, yeah I'm just on my finesse shit, finesse shit I'm up right now, yeah Hit the streets in my best shit, my fresh shit I'm up right now, yeah Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it I'm up right now, yeah Oh my God I'm finessin' Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Muddy in this bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' Poppin' all these pills, I put my doctor on Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' All my girl got is some heels and a lil towel on9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Ugh, Fiji water, grandaddy purp Excuse me, I let the semi-automatic burp Blood gang, motherfucker, call me "Red Alert" Young Carter kill in order, who get it first? Stuff that girl with dick 'til her head burst Young Weezle, flow needles, I could thread shirts Boy, you ain’t did shit, I done said worse Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Ugh, Fiji water, OG kush Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks I'm in the way, you can’t pass, like Aaron Brooks President, ride the car slow I let my driver drive, I'm on Par 4 Spit hanging from my mouth, retard flow And I say what I won like an award show I'm on some shit ain’t even came out the ass yet Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet Young or old, there ain’t no comparing me I just cleared that up, moment of clarity, ugh! La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Ugh, I'm about to go almonds Young head-buster, get your helmets You niggas real soft—what is that, velvet? I get big chips, you get Alvins Ugh, I'm about to go walnuts We get seven-digit money, you could call us Hit 'em with the chopper, watch 'em ball up

Paint your face red, you all dolled up Yeah, Young Nino, nigga Do it for my team, Tim Tebow, nigga I'm killing this shit, Grim Reap' flow, nigga Getting swallowed by the Maybach, deepthroat, nigga! Ugh, I'm about to go Planters I’m still in my prime, Deion Sanders We all gamblers, I will not lose Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels Give me mine or I'ma take mine Smoking purple, I heard it through the grapevine Weezy Baby, AKA Your Highness I just killed this shit, moment of silence, ugh! La-da-da-da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye Haha But I ain't finished Uh-uh No Ceilings, motherfucker! Yeah Ugh, I'm in the zone like a fastball And I fuck the game up like a bad call Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call Ugh, I'm in the Red Zone, nigga Wake up in the morning with your head gone, nigga Birdman Junior, wings spread on niggas Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home, nigga Yeah, tell the doctor, "Step aside, please" Dr. Carter, gasoline in your IVs Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed Strong-arm rap, I rock a iron sleeve Ugh, I'm in the zone like the secondary No lie, bitch, I’m flyer than a pet canary I’m a dog on the beat, fuck the vet-inary Two women praise me like Mary Mary Ugh, I'm in the zone like college ball Spit fire like I’m sipping on a Molotov Loose bowels, this shit so easy I might send this to the Mixtape Weezy (Ugh!) Hahahaha La-da-da-da No Ceilings Hey, hey, hey Yeah Goodbye Haha!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dope man Dope man, coke man Yeah I play the Porsche, 918 I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean I got a driver for my drop top limousine Go ask your bitch, I bet she know 'bout Mr. G Yeah, he like to talk She like to talk So when he drop her off They have a heart to heart Guess he got all the answers And I got all the verses My Benzo got no ceilings But the windows came with curtains So me and G swervin' Me and G swerve I keep the double-R, me and Steve Kerr Popping these Percs like I'm on injury reserve And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur Amen, Amen No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off Cut out your tongue, put that bitch in a glass jar Then drop it off to your kid's classroom Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom Long hallways, my room is the last room Long hard days, my schedule don't have room You home all day, you stuck on your MacBook I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'ussé And back in the day we was on section eight Now we in our own section, motherfucker like "Ayy" All you niggas know what time it is like Flav Public Enemy Number One like Flav Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef Gave G the day off 'cause the car park itself Shots take off like a stealth And they landing in your scalp Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf Put a bitch head right below the belt 'til she belch

And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study They don't know who got the gun But they know who got the money We don't wanna know what's up We wanna know who got the money What these niggas wanna do? What these bitches want from me? Bitches claiming I'm a dog But these bitches want puppies These bitches bring luggage My bitches bring others My bitches bring rubbers Your bitches burn rubbers Your bitches burn supper I'm still major and I made you niggas You getting bodied by a skater nigga I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' bitches Shout out to all my bitches one nightin' niggas Woah, make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk Yeah, then text that man to fuck off And I pour up another one, another one The cream soda tasting like bubble gum Woah, straight swerving on these niggas From Collins, to Highland, to Bourbon on these niggas Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas So I'm swerving on them niggas No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them niggas What's in your wallet? I done went commercial on them niggas On purpose on them niggas All black hoodie, all black gat to match Yeah, put it to your hat, and Blat! When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back Long hair, don't care, nigga; Cactus Jack No Ceilings23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> So they ask me "Young boy What you gon' do the second time around? How you gon' come back?" I tried told 'em "I come back like 32 I jump back like 33" Ugh, hit me That's nothing This is Tha Carter II, people This is Tha Carter II, people Hey They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor I ain't snitching, your honor Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power Vacate when that kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter Open the cabinet, close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry Usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh Make harm and I bomb you in public Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want I'm so 504, you got to kill me here If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is the Carter muthafucka, yea And in my building I must keep it real And man I miss the times We would shine, you would keep on your side You would teach me how to ride And you would teach me how to pride Then we get on the line and go over our lines We were in the same position And that's when you changed position, shit I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange But I never forget ya Though that ain't you with them bitches homie And I know that ain't you wit that dissin on me, that's why I Never replied and never will, just let em live phony If ya ever died, I swear to God, I got yo kids homie What's mine is theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie! What's really real is you feelin me nigga That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga And I ain't got time to speak the history I miss you and I know you missin me, Gizzle, but Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again] Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again And I remember when you came to the clique I had already made my name in the clique But you got famous and shit I got my soulja rag and dangled my shit I was honored just to hang wit you, shit And I banged to the boogie-bang-bang with ya clique And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat At them shows while you performed and posed I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient But was ready to dump, cuz you my brother, chump Real Gs never buckle up But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back Or turn ya down, even if you turned around, muthafucka But history is history I miss you and I know you missin me, Juvie, but Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt My main muthafuckin man Turk (oh!) My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept We lived, we died, I stayed, you LEFT! Remember how we played to the left? And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self 'Member B and Slim would leave and the keys over? Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia While I watched you reunite wit yo souljas And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the Stunna Yeah, those were the times my brother Now I recognize real and I eye my brother Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the Sqad's my brother The niggas you left behind is my brothers! Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah 6 shit Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher Spent a mil' on misdemeanor

Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah Spendin' money like amnesia Spent some money on sativa Got that strip club diabetes Make it rain cats and dogs All night long, I need PETA White girl, black diva I'm in here fuckin' on a zebra I beat it up like John Cena Talkin' crazy, bilingual Put some diamonds in my teefus Got me lookin' like a genius Leave you bloody like a fetus Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless Put some money on subpoenas Could've gave that to Miss Cita Nigga stunner, he a skeezer From the heart and out the speakers I was young, I heard the preacher I grew up and met the reaper That codeine my anesthesia Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA She snort one line, want a sequel She snort two and want a threesome She snort three lines, yell "Adidas" When I bust I yell "Eureka" When I bust I yell "Eureka" When she bust she yell for Jesus Drop her off at the cathedral She come back with a bunch of singles Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo Hustle where the grass is greener Clean the blood off the walls Then break out the Stanley Steamer It's a drought on cocaina I know routes through Pasedena I got two keys of that Bieber Call 'em Justin and Justina Sippin' on that Angelina I'm low profile in a Bimmer Where it's sour, could be sweeter I got sugar, I got creamer More extremer, more obscener Doin' numbers, yellin' "Bingo" Coca leaf so come and get some White power from a negro Spent some money on my legal And that money was illegal That's my bloody, that's my migo Reppin' cinco like he Tito I'm gettin' high under gazebo With a bride and no tuxedo I'm a bitch magnet, Magneto Hit that pussy like the R.I.C.O Young money with no wrinkles Hot tubbin' with the chicas Run around naked like they streakers Run around this bitch like Ezekiel Good Quality coke, that's GQ Boy this base don't need no EQ She snort one line, want a sequel When I bust I yell "Eureka", hey Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit, my dog She kept talkin' fifty-fifty, had to split, my dog She kept on fallin' in and out of love, I tripped her dog Told me eat or get ate, so I sipped her dog I'ma go platinum, she single She blow up my phone, but the bitch got no ringer Bought her a ring but I left with a finger Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers Hello, ho, you gots to go, ho I'm on the road, ho, high profile, movin' work on the low Smokin' OG, girl you gotta go Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some sick shit, yeah That's some six shit7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She's askin' "do you have the time To listen to me whine?" She's askin', "who's on the other line?" You diss me everytime I tell her, baby I'm a star, shit, I'm above the stars And now, I done got so high, I done forgotten who you are

I tell her I'm in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Hop back in my spaceship Girl, I gotta drop your ass off Cause I just come to take it Then you know I gotta take off But I'mma be here next week So call your company and take off Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit You got me all impatient" Cry me a river I can hear my conscience while I sail off Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one but yourself And soon she's gonna find someone to love And you gon find yourself, so all alone One minute she love me, the next minute she hate me That's two minutes of my time she done wasted She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby And I be having seizures, but she say she can't shake me And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted I swear I like her more than she think I do Girl, when I think of you My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo I suck and fuck and finger you But you want me to cling to you And I ain't asking you to change Cause I know I can't jingle you I got my ways... And you have your days... And we gave it our best shot But I just got grazed I'm sorry <EOS> <BOS> I hate gossip And I don't walk around looking for it, you know? But, yesterday it seemed to just Wander around 'til it found me You know like, the gossip found me Then why don't try provin' it? How? You don't know how to prove it? Well, what you just do is, stop (Streetrunner) Stop hatin' on a nigga That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga I give my all behind the mic But you can never see if you sit behind the light And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White I'm tryna be polite But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna Think it over Ooooh, think it over Think it over, baby baby (Get 'em) Stop! Analyzing, criticizing You should realize what I am and start epitomizing Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident, like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying Because my city's dying Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion–eer, near Zion Fear God, not them, steer my robin coupe Through the streets of the Boot, and soo-woo! And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at? I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession, I-I-I must ask Hey, haven't I been good to you?

(Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean Cast away stones, I won't even blink A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink Don't believe in me, don't believe me I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti You niggas want beef, I want a steak, and, uh, we be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers? Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfuckin' cameras Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props And make it out to "Mr. Hip-Hop" I'm not dead, I'm alive23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uh-huh That's right, Carter 3, come on Yea, yeah Walk with me, come go with me Yeah It's Lil' Weezy, baby, hahaha And I'm just lightin' up my... La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (One-seven) La-la-la, la (Cash Money, Young Money) Tell the story Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans I will forever remain faithful, New Orleans I thank you New Orleans, thank you Hollygrove That's been my hood since a snotty-nose I come through the hood, suicidal doors I used to come through the hood on the handlebars Gat in my draws, money in my pocket, crack in my jaws I hope it don't dissolve And you know I'm ducking Five-O and my moms Young'un quick to go off like car alarms Now, the young'un keep his mind on the Parmesan Them other niggas ain't eating, like a Ramadan Spit the shit that make you feel it in your chromosomes Got some money, put my whole damn corner on Young Carter, part three, I'm the cornerstone Eagle Street, keep it going 'til homies home And I'm just lightin' up my... La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (C'mon, I'm just lighting up my...) La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (Can I kick it?) La-la-la, la Can I kick my story to y'all? My glory in God, my faith in my flow I pray that I go where no other rapper has And when you're rappin' as Vivid as I, your limit is the sky, so I Study B.I., I bang 2Pac I hum Aaliyah, and Soulja Slim was a leader Who am I not to follow greatness? I give these MCs hell like they all atheists Tell them hatin' niggas, "One!" like they in The Matrix And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets I'ma keep the paper running like a pair of ASICS Used to sport the Gucci Bucks, nigga, no laces Striped Polo, five-pocket Girbaud Mama got her tubes tied and rocking dolo I used to have the starter jacket with the logo And the hat—me, myself, I had the N-O: that's the Saints, nigga La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la (And I'm just lighting up my...) La, la la la la la la (You know) La-la-la, la (You know) La, la la la la la la (Weezy, baby, yeah) La-la-la, la It's Lil Wayne, I'ma shine in the rain Now, nothing gets cleared without me signing my name I'm just headlining the game Won't quit until I'm A-Rod in the game

They riding the bench, they not in the game I misplaced the key to the lock and chain My spot remain, like a bleach stain, or cranberry It's Murder She Wrote like Angela Lansbury I remember being small, man New toys when my mom would win the card game Got my gifts before Christmas—didn't have to wait for them I had a ten-speeder, scooter, and a skateboard, haha! Then we moved to the suburbs Me and lil' Toya Johnson was lovebirds, aww, man! And I swear, I feel born again I'm in the building like the audience, just lightin' up my... La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Gangsta Grillz ya bastards! There's a couple married bitches in the building: fucked them! I get that mouth I get that pussy:...The End I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense She said she wanna fuck my brains out But she gon have to suck this dick first! Preach! Fucking right I'm geeked She sat on my dick, she sat on my face I told that bitch she got good seats Man, these niggas softer than fleece Shoot these niggas in they obliques You talkin' shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep Bitch you know the motto! It's Young Money over hoes Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me She say my vert-dick is hung like a jury I'm on the track: DOA Some of these niggas be DEA Money tall: NBA Broke niggas: SMH Hit it like Canseco While she say "you No way Jose!" I got an O of that white What you call that? OKKK! Every night I go hard She blow me like Boston George She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy: 3 car garage! These niggas is false alarms They don't mean no fuckin harm Hey baby let's make a porn! Ba-bum! Devil horns You know that I ain't got no ceilings! The money changed me, I'm making chameleons Only God can judge me, can't appeal it In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Amen! Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned? Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team Red beam, if you scared, muthafucka go to church! Preach! Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats I'm on that gas, and y'all on E Nigga my cash out of your reach I run shit like the reverend She get on her knees and pray to this dick Then swallow all of them blessings Church! Just a way of life Bought my mama a crib Bought my daddy a car Let them both meet Tune Now they think I'm a star Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune

In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing And I only give head if baby girl swallow children Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat Only ride foreign We don't do 100 spokes When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes Ha Laughing at you fuck boys Skate gear I'm a truck boy On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That girl got you too too excited That money had you too too excited Them cars had you way out your character That jewelry got you way out your character Them girls got you way out your character This fame got you way out of character This flow got you way out of character I showed you love now you way out of character I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known I should've known you would cross me Because I'm on and I'm saucy And now I'm gone and you salty Steam coming from your head like a coffee My reality is better than your dreams nigga My ho pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga My ho legs spread wider than your wings nigga Put your head in a microwave, DING! nigga You out of character, slime, you out of character And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria These hoes like mosquitoes These niggas trying to be hoes What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though Supa where the cup at I'm working on my comeback The girl I'm with got much class But she got a dumb ass I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag These niggas ain't even shining, making the sun mad Rappers in my lunch bag Me and Future have a food fight Bedroom full of new dykes Old green and new white That's old money, that's new coke That's Young Money, that's 24/7, 3-6-5 That's Cash Money; I'm like "Who ho" Who ho, who ho!? I should've known you would cross me (Yea who ho?) I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos) I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio) I should've known you would cross me (Thinking about Hollygrove) I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) I should've known you would cross me (Yeah) I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that (You ain't built like that) You ain't built like that (I should've know) I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers I'll fuck your bitch in your crib, watch the kids after Still fuck a bitch, fuck the ring, motherfuck a pastor I don't, I should've known she ain't really love me I should've know she just want to fuck me I fucked up, don't judge me I got this money and I ain't turning down This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down Some of the closest niggas to me, they don't come around Cause some of the closest niggas to me, I'll gun 'em down For real I should've known you'd cross me I'm from the hood, that's where they taught me Go hard until they off me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me I should've known you would cross me

I should've known you would cross me I got some niggas that was there That ain't no longer there I don't care I don't cry about it And I barely get sleep anyway I should've known you would cross me9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Cut the fuckin’ music up YMCMB, GTWYC Yeah It’s about that time! How about you man? Uh, yeah Goat Mouf Gumbo Uh Brain stretched out Yeah, bitch Shake Junt, Shake Junt Yeah, Chicken bone Nowison Nowison Death wish, bitch Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH Phone in her back pocket made her booty call I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!" I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) I be on my head and she be on her knees What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh! Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH Phone in her back pocket made her booty call I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!" I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) I be on my head and she be on her knees What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh! Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Goat Mouf Gumbo's Here to save ya "S" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest Shake Junt!, I'mma say it again, Shake Junt! Buck up my friends Wondering, dreaming, constantly thinking Tik-tok, Skello, Tik-tok Skello! Time's wasting Had a chance, now look at the mess Evil thoughts they run in my head Get there, while you can, I say get there while you can No you can't, yes I can Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster! Green and yellow do it again Let it go, Back it up, boom! Boom! Titties & Milk! Squirt, Squirt, till it don't, miss miss Don't forget, miss miss, don't forget miss miss Don't forget, miss miss, Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison Is anybody out there!?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Think we found a loophole) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Funeral (Yeah, yeah)

Oh, oh I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (I don't sleep) Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Fuck your dreams) Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream) I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) 'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet Uh, I just popped a ten, I'm in my man cave Lookin' for some hoes in my DMs, man, I miss Backpage Your lil' ho do spin class at the gym, that bitch in bad shape My lil' ho said she gon' spend a band, I like it ratchet (Yeah) Did some cocaine with these bitches, like it fancy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snort the cocaine off their titties in my mansion (Yeah, yeah) I'm gettin' naked with these bitches (Yeah) I'm on Addy and Cialis, breakin' records in these bitches Wait, I think (Think) this ho need Jesus, I need water She say, "These (These) them double D's that float in water" I'm too numb, I bit my jaw and I can't feel it (I can't feel it) I'm so numb I hit it raw and I can't feel it I'm on the ceilin', I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) Threw a million in a week and I ain't freak (I ain't freak) I ain't fret, I ain't sweat, I ain't keep (No) She said, Tunechi, "What you think about me," lemme think (Woah) She said, "Why you never answer?" Told her, "I was sleep" (Takeoff) Told her I was sleep (Sleep) Really, I was with my other bitch from Italy (I lied) Text message from my Memphis bitch, she get 'em ten a key (Ten) That stick shoot thirty minutes and it don't need anti-freeze I believe niggas tryna get the goals that I achieve (Goals) Me without the paper just like Tune without the lean (What?) Or Phil without the rings, (Or what?) Snoop without the weed (Or what?) A-I without the sleeve, (Or what?) IG without the memes (Nah) I'm up, Adderral, these niggas, they drinkin' on Tylenol ('Nol) I give her the X, she give me the neck, and no, we don't talk at all (At all) Jaws, I'm breakin' 'em in, she gettin' the balls and all (Ball) I cannot sleep and I cannot eat if it ain't codeine involved (Drank) I don't sleep (I don't sleep) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) Speedballin' off the yayo and codeine (I don't sleep) Me and Takeoff 'bout to take off, 'bout to flee (Yeah) I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Yeah, yeah, fuck your dreams) Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream) I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) 'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Everything was meant, everything was meant I took a L, what comes after L? My nigga — Ms That AK with the twins, that's Mary Kate and sis My shooters, they don't miss; fade away, then swish Dedication 6, and every day we sick Treatin' medication scrips like some Revelation scripts I thought yesterday we quit But you know, every day we spent Then we celebrate the win like we'll never play again Lord I just talked to my hitman, he say that he made a list Nigga always breakin' in, and he never leave a print And I never shaved a brick, OK, now I'm talkin' shit Where that bakin' soda mix? Raise my Arm & Hammer fist And my yellowbone, she thick, and her belly don't exist And she never saw the gym, she stay healthy 'cause she strip

Doin' very late events, and I never paid a cent Pussy never leave a scent, Toni Braxton, breathe again Every day, all week, we lit, you know every day we sip And we having steak and shrimp with some naked waitresses Told that bitch to bring a friend, you know that we make 'em kiss She know if it's goin' down, I keep a elevator lit Now where the elevator music? Yeah, they better play the hits I can serenade a bitch, you interrogate a bitch If we interrogate that bitch, we be like "Where that safe at, bitch?" Put that barrel to her tits, and if she hesitate, that's it I need that combination bitch, 'cause I ain't got no patience bitch I hate to do it, but the line between love and hate is thin You know every day we win, you know second place ain't shit You know that we take the kids, just like Freddy, Jason, IT You know that we spray and dip, one-eight-seven, eighty-six While you eatin' bacon grits again while police takin' tips You know every day we drip, drippin' wet Mercedes-Benz Drippin' wet and glazy clit, you know every day she drenched This that Dedication 6, you know every day we sick Give me wet, a life, a gift, catch a body like the Lyft This that Dedication 6, if she starstruck, make a wish I tell her pussy "Take your lick", I'm big-headed, make it fit You know every day we sick That's some sick shit, yeah Shoutout Young Money! You know every day we sick That's some sick shit, oh My nigga Mack Maine And that's that Dedication 6 You know every day we sick And you are just a patient, bitch It's that Dedication 6 You know every day we sick And that's some sick shit, yeah Yeah, yeah yeah yeah That's some sick shit, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah That's some sick shit, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah You know every day we sick5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah) I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now All I can see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul I'ma thank God for my existence I'ma thank God for my charisma I'ma thank God that I'm in the business And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous I cannot really be seriously serious All of my goons take everything serious Run in the building and kill your superiors Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium I see y'all ass all in my peripheral Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian She workin' that ass continuous I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem I got a monogamous smile I do not know how I do how I give all to my daughters, no doubt It's been all about now until now I've been keepin' it quiet but loud I've been keepin' it private but proud I've been treatin' the fire like flowers I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow" And she 'bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) She 'bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud

Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn Ayy, tell you what you should do, son Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life' Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now All I could see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns They 'bout to give me a personal foul5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tunechi Baby (Hey!) Uh, Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard And my girlfriend think she too much All she do is get pretty, I get shitfaced Don't we make a cute couple? To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks I got a posse full of hitters And a pocket full of "In God We Trust" It's been so long since I said "It cost too much" I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle And withdrawal sucks And dead presidents act immortal But I know you see money's not a problem Bal' like a butch bitch Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill Money in a shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes? Baby, I'm my own boss, "Dwayne, you gon' get you fired!" But I feel good, woo I knew that I would, yeah I feel good, yeah I'm smoking that good, yeah I feel good, yeah My girl got that good, yeah Girl your pussy so good And these hoes is no good But I got you, yeah Girl your pussy so good (so good) And these hoes is no good (no good) But I got you, yeah I got you, wooo Woo, Tunechi, baby, yeah They say "Boy put some money aside" Don't tell me what to do with mine All my kids already rich, and they kids, and they kids... They think money grow on trees And as tall as they grew, I climbed Knock-knock "Who's there?" Hah! I told the bitch "It's just money" The road can get a lil bumpy So, on the low, I got that blow And ya nose gon' feel like a trumpet I'm goin home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa She get hard dick and McDonald's Cause she so tired of them Whoppers I fuck her good, so proper, she say my name in Opera I turn into a Piranha, then eat it like Tilapia She know I'm going through a lot So she say my name in Gospel No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper

And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah And I'm still hood, yeah Shoutout to my hood I was sick of stuntin' but I feel cured Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah And these hoes is no good, no good But I got a few, yeah These hoes is no good (no good) These hoes is no good (no good) But, fuck it, I got you, ah Fuck 'em I got you, ah And I feel good Tunechi, baby (Hey!) I feel good, yeah Woo! Like diamonds on wood Woo, mmm, ow! yeah I feel good, yeah My girl got that good, yeah Girl, your pussy so good And these hoes is no good But I got you, yeah (Woaw!)19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I had a dream I was broke No diamonds and no gold Most saddest story ever told, oh And I had a dream, I was a fool No mansion or no pool I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream Huh, huh, yeah, ooh I live the American dream, huh Foreign everything, huh I turn my scariest dreams, uh, into fairy wings I don't want beef, I just want green, that's vegetarian dreams Dream, dream, yeah I'm havin' that dream where I'm fallin', yeah I land in the purplest water, yeah I'll probably surface tomorrow, yeah Dream of a world with new order, yeah It spin like the perfect revolver, yeah I dreamt I died and went to Heaven and came back 'Cause I got work in the mornin', yeah Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, yeah, I daydream all night Keep my head up right, don't let the fed bugs bite One night I fell asleep in some good pussy and I woke up like "Oh shit" Had a dream that I was broke, I ain't sleep with that same ho since I had a dream I was broke No diamonds and no gold (Yeah) Most saddest story ever told, woah And I had a dream, I was a fool (Yeah, yeah) No mansion or no pool (No) I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream We in another dimension (Yeah) She say I'm the man of her dreams (Yeah) So after I fuck her, I pinch her (Yeah) She had the wettest of dreams (Yeah) She gon' wake up in a swimsuit (Yeah) They tryna sell me some dreams Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah) I been sippin' all this lean, that's why my eyes are dreamy (Dreamy) In my dream and I wake up, see all these fuckin' Weezys (Damn) Mister Sandman, all your sand about to turn to cement (Damn) California weed got me California dreamin' (Yeah) I'm your worst nightmare I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Waking up on the islands, OD's and violence (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Roses with no thorns I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was broke No diamonds and no gold (No diamonds) Most saddest story ever told, oh (Woah) And I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was a fool No mansion or no pool (No, oh) I woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream Thank God it was just a dream Thank God it was just a dream, yeah Thank God it was just a dream Thank God it was just a dream Woke up and I screamed Thank God it was just a dream

I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink Woke up on islands, OD's and violence Roses with no thorns (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah) I just woke up with some new tattoos (Yeah, yeah) I just woke up next to "Who is you and you and you?" Got the groupie blue, woopty woo, hooty hoo Make their dreams come true and then I put 'em back on snooze Had a dream, I was a fool No mansion or no pool (Yeah, yeah) I woke up and I screamed...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Gudda! D6 Yeah I'mma cash out on the AP, new freezer The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux's She tried to order a sloppy joe I told her give me some sloppy toppy Then let her know she a sloppy ho Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari 260 the dash, I smoke anybody 150K cash, it fit in my pocket This is that D6, shout out to Drizzy in the 6 Mafia like it's the Three 6 Choppers make niggas do B-flips Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse Burn niggas like a freak bitch Flip and turn you like a key switch 'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with Yeah, only time will tell, nigga I sat back and tried to tell niggas If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga Death wish, death wish, death wish I come to fulfill your death wish First I must refill my beverage That's promethazine, sold separate That's from Texas, she's from who knows I got new doors I ain't step in I got new hoes I ain't hit yet I ain't hit yet? Time is precious I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet I got money I ain't see yet And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet I got big bags in my book bag Make me walk around like Hunchback Diamonds so bright on my one hand Gave all five fingers a sun-tan Haters upset, that's a fun fact I got pussy in my lunch bag I got soap and I got towels Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths I got hoodies that say 'Young Money' I got bitches that steal them from me They go home and then they send pictures To my phone with nothing under it What am I to do? I'm lovin' it I run a bad-ass bitches company That's my company, my bitches humble me I saw your bitches, that was comedy I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy I got the chemistry, and the amenities Up in my bedroom, holding assembly They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday I can't do everyday, I could do very late Just hit me up and now go check my resume Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin But I forget everything Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up If I had a heart it'd be a purple one Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up Shots of Bumbu, I'm finna serve 'em up I got them comfy and kind and courteous I put the old bodies in the new freezer Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uh, hundred thousand on a small ass chain Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne Half a million for a watch with no diamonds Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the backyard

Elevator in the house, never got stuck I just looked in the mirror, got star struck I just looked at your bitch and got eye-fucked Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up All you see is license plates far in front of ya I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier Glass house on the block, five floors in it Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it You observing it, I'm absorbing it Judge mad 'cause a nigga make more than him Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than M's I'm courtin' swimsuit models that don't know who I am And foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films My warrant's clear as day like Doris is When I ain't trippin' then my lawyers is So what the charges is? Put it on my tab, baller shit I'm from the cell to the mall with this Now tell them motherfuckers I'm I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley And I'ma honk the horn, ridin' past the penitentiary And I'ma drive slow, ridin' past the elementary Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention" Uh, one time For the hustlers and the young moms My presidential said it's crunch time Looking in my son's eyes Only time I see a upside I tell him he gon' be a tough guy Never be a punchline Tell him never wait in one line Tell him not even a lunch line Pray more than sometimes When the cops come, you tongue-tied Take dirt, make a mud pie Lookin' out the window In the coupe with a bimbo Talking 'bout who she resemble Bitch, you in a Enzo Stop being so simple Now fuck me like we in a limo I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill I got ocean views, I got water bills I got cards to deal, I got hearts to steal I got larger wheels on my automobile I lost appeal The bullshit cost me a mill It brought me to tears I came home and bought me a crib I walk through that bitch Strapped when it's dark in that bitch And through hell and high water, I just walk on a bridge I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge I started to swig But end up drinking all of that shit 'Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out the pen My nigga, I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm I'm post-bail ballin' Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin' Go tell the warden I'm Post-bail ballin' Inmate Carter Post-bail ballin' Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley And I'ma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary And I'ma drive slow ridin' past the elementary Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention" Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That's my dawg for sure That's my dawg We pullin' up in the Rolls Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes HoodyBaby really, really rich HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello) Hoody crippin' rollin' with the six

Now I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip Black and yellow bitches on my stick Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP (Brrrrr, hello?) College bitch, tweakin' for my dick Hit her college park like I'm Tit I want turkey pasta with the shrimp That ain't have shit to do with this 30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit Juice man, screamin' 32 Juice man, screamin' 32 O.J. know my number's 36 Diamonds crip walkin' on my chest Sent a package right to Bouldercrest I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition Run off with your bitch, she change her number Run into another bitch and fumble Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber Made love to a whore and changed my number Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV A bitch back at the crib tryna live A pool in the back, I let her swim I give her phone back and let her film Free will like the goodwill She real thick, waist real lil Weed real bright, it look teal Coke real white, it look clear 0 to 100 to a mill From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal Got to keep it trill in the field I ain't Cash Money no more And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist Put some carats on my bitch's fist Put some carats in my bitch's ears I came fast money, let's go And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real I just met some strippers on the strip Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts That's just how it is, is, is Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich I feel like satan, nigga lit Dedication 6-6-6 G-Wagon on six wheels They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel Coke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile I'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal This is that codeine overkill My mud colder than Soldier Field In love, but all these hoes is weird These hair triggers, I might grow a beard Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill I'm way up there, you right over here Have you ever seen the light hit my grill? I stand there and smile in the mirror Snap my fingers, dollars appear Out of nowhere and I don't do L's And I married the mob when I was like twelve Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks I don't text 'cause that is finger sex Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set Chains rock it, can't see the neck Pockets crowded like the Beatles set I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy I sip this shit just like it's healthy Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty? Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin' With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey Told the straight hoes I'm taken Told the gay hoes I'm vacant Took some diamonds out her old bracelet Put 'em on the quotes in my statements I'm a born slanger, a born slanger One more time, I'm a born slanger Draco like a volcano You can fuck around and get your star spangled Barbaric, yeah your bitch starin' I look very good, good very It ain't all about the werewolf It's all about what the wolf wearin' You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb We everywhere like the Marriott Shots sprayed like Malaria Hit your head like a Triceratops For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho

Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I keep the blammer in the drawer with the pajamas I keep the ammo in the bananas I keep the standards high as the Canyon I treat the Grammy's like some medallions I treat the randoms like some companions I treat the weed like some azaleas I got more value than I got failure I got more flings than I got flair I don't dream if I do not have nothing to wear You see what I mean, and that's why you stare I know you believe, I know you beware I know she a fiend, and this an affair If momma a queen, and poppa a bear You run out of steam, you run out of stairs I run in Supreme and get something rare She run to the team, and now she a player We live on the edge, we die in the air We sick in the head, but pockets is well We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell Our vision is red, the eyes are as well We can't pay attention, we got to pay bills It doesn't make sense if it's not making mills We do not take pictures, we're not taking L's If y'all love to listen, then I hate to tell If y'all scared to visit, then I take it there If heaven is real, then y'all fake as hell Cut off your heels and bounce on your tail I'm on a mission, survival is real Man, fuck how I fix it, admire the repairs I'm talking six but my mind is on twelve Poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill Even the devil advised me to chill I told that nigga, stay out of my hair She just want to fuck in the throne Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones I'm sippin' that Sleep and I'm smoking that Gone When you reach your peak, we gon' cut off your arms She sniffin' that King and she mix it with Kong Her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn This is what I call a risk and reward We cutting it close, give the ninja the sword Fuck what they think, man these niggas don't know us This shit is sick and it get in your pores And then you a corpse, and then it's the morgue Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes I swore, it was no more than a chore The house by the water, condo by the shore I'm sure, I'm all about that manure Cooler than leather and hot as velour I'm not the one, when it is war I'm on the front until combat is done And I got your tongue, stomp on it once Then smile at your young, they see I'm having fun Shit don't get brazy 'til I say go brazy Run up on your haven and pop at your nasal Your baby gon' take me straight down to the basement Gun to the head, she get down to the basics No dramatization, we popping these gauges Even the neighbors gon' feel the vibrations Behind desperation, it's just in our nature So cold-hearted, perspiration turn to glaciers Ovations, better be loud and bodacious And then I'ma take me a bow and be gracious Wipe the gun off with my towel Throw it in the crowd and then take a pow at the spacious I'm out of my mazes, I'm out of my cages I'm out of the labels, I'm kind of escapist I profit, I praise it, I spend it, I save it I buy me a nation, you renting on Avis I'm in it, I sit it, I did it, you said it You killing, you playing, I'm friendly, I'm faded I get way too high to get through the hiatus You look in my eyes and my pupils dilated I'm true to my ratings, I'm glued to my statements I just want to dive in the pool of my payments I'm in and outrageous, I'm rippin' out pages You runnin' your mouth, seein' how quick you can chase it And then you rephrase it, we stick to invasions The stick is malicious, equipped with a laser The temperature blazin', the tension is raisin' You smell the dead once, gotta live with the fragrance Sickness is real, the meds is too tasty Death is related, happy we made it Keeping it dirty like Sanford and Grady The Young Mula Baby, I'm back from the 80s Dedication, sick, shit My favorite movie quote is "You got 14 bricks in that bag right there?" That's my favorite movie quote. That was Cam talking to, uh you know Mitch and all them, that was uh, damn I always forget the name of the movie and it's my fucking favorite quote but it ain't my favorite movie, but like that's my favorite movie quote. My favorite movie, if you wanted to know, if I ever said it, I never said it, it's Sixth Sense, so don't ask me why, I see dead people, you know what I mean, so I got the fuck away from them dead bitches4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Go Weezy Wee, bitch S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground

Muhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg I got it, it's right here, listen Holla I'm off the rocks squat the box don't rock the spot The Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest Diamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'? Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something With no heart for bitches like ??? or something I be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous Get money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning Spittin' game through the platinum smile You can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models Poppin' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow See I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes Cause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes I comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes Heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies Miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat Weezy shit, this our click You 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at All of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'? I cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin'? You listening? I'm official pimpin' Be lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades I'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin' Big fucking cannon, holding me back With some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back My niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby" I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em But now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray Aww fuck... Huh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e Weezy on e, mami cummin' on me The diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light You do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice And I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it I been had dough before I was recorded Started to order you a Mercedes C 240 But I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me It's whatever, holla I ain't stopping, I ain't stopping Check it, check it Muhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga I'm itching, clutching the trigger Muhfucka you can end up in a river, shit I'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit And my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck I'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up Guns up like "What's up?", get your fucking guts cut Tough luck bruh Wonder why your bitch act stuck up? Cause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game Been in that deep shit, every year I'm M. V. P It's just in me Rims on the 'Lac like 22 inches Play with me, I open up your back like 22 inches Guerrilla pimpin' And it really isn't wise for niggas to start poppin' At any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it I'm off the strip muhfucka what you want? This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk Niggas be like Mase and go to Church But I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt Holla at me, I'm the don bitch Look we can get it on bitch Gotta get another rap to flow on bitch... Hold up, aight, aight, aight Listen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards And if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards This big spending, see the heads on them dollars It's big pimpin', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers Choppers pop at any time for any given reason Leave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement Freedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive And if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive Shot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson I spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set Cause I'm all about money cocksucker, my life a check I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya I spit 16 after ya like I rap with y Put your chest in the back of ya You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck with him Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split

And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact 9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats It’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ? Don't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat But fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut You hatin' us? We tape you up I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up Muhfucka Oh, oh shit, oh shit What they want? I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy? Check it, check it Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty" Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean Bring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things I'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey I'm so exciting Money, murder, steal, kill, rape You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you Treat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you Ok, ok, homie, ok Peep it out, Squiddad Let me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll And let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out S-Q-A-D Don't fool with any niggas like me We pull triggers like weeds Swigger off the Piña Colada Dreams of having cream and the power You need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with And got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin For any discomfort the Ninas is sparking Be in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green If you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter And y'all just look like bitches You get fucked then I nut up And just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up Nigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop I spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income Fuck with me, watch the outcome Niggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung That's that real shit, that's- K, ok, ok Yea, holla at me, holla at me This for all these niggas, you know me Listen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it It's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd Holla at us, holla at us, holla at us Can't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it Check it, check it Playboy I pimp huge See the whip cruise on big shoes Slide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos See Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose But dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice I stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather They gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure I tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word I say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world I be with niggas that could get me years I be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears Listen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up With a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up You think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts Niggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball You other niggas just be crashing the boards With a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star And let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all I'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the shit

I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident Last name Carter like Vince and shit But I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes Cadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna Plus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor Let's get this partna, I'm the young don these niggas honor And those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel It's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer Libel to find my condom inside of dry vagina I'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona A minor with intentions to harm ya, holla Ok, ok Switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up Listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money Puff holla at me Homeboy it's Sqad shit It's gon' be Sqad shit, swallow it He who disrespect, hollows follow him Flash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling Blast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen Seriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men Turn 'em against you and make 'em kill ya mom and them, don't fuck with me Buck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire Wrist looking like blue fire Piña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider Holla at me, you know you know me Got out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me Blow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that My niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact I'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up I leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch Oh shit, I ain't finished Oh shit, I ain't finished I ain't finished Duke Check it, listen I come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow" Get down or you dying, niggas tote iron Got that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds And you might get served if it’s proper enough Or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something A baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred Have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running Type of life I live, Gotti would love it Sqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget Can't nobody put nobody above it And if they do, they find they body with your body above it Fuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter Fuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'? The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket) Call me Weezy you bitch Ok, ok The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap How the fuck I'ma do that? Holla at me, if you feel me holla at me Sqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me I'm a real nigga, you know, you know me D. J. Riddaj Smoove 'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft You know me, let's go Is y'all ready? Check it out, check it out Listen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin' Better get flocking or get gotten Dawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like "What's up?" I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck" The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do You fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue Now who seeing me? Not a person Got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs No studio with me, true I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper The tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese Dude, dude, who you know fucking with me man? Check it, check it What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don Real nigga dude, I promise that to God When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt

Niggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt Yes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right Pull you out your car at a stoplight Catch you in the waist, make you my height This shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life Can you see that? Properly under my seat is where the heat at Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til the Lord take us We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful Cross the gate bitch and we rape you Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault Holla at us Man this Sqad shit is real, real biddig Ooo shit I ain’t - oh, oh, oh Check it, check it, check it Follow me Listen Homie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk Die for my Sqad, kill for my dough My attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops My real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops And I'm a young nigga, I don't even know how to do the bus stop But I got my money right When I hit the club, make it a sunny night See the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight Watching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right? Pull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright Keep my shit spaghetti tight Playboy put the hood on that We buy sports cars and put the fuckin' hood on that My bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that Any place, you be careful cause I could own that Moët and E, I'm good on that Your bitch looking at me, I should bone that Y'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla Holla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee Yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, check it, check it S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die Muhfucka bust one in your eye Flip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95 But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001 I ride cars that's 2000 and fun You know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22's And hoes be losing they mind, boy It's about to come, it's about to come What y'all want? What y'all want? Check it, check it Fee Fee Favorite Flippin' in a whippa Peel the top back like a zipper Skippin' on them chrome dip slippers Rippin' on the lips of a stripper If that's your bitch mister don't kiss her If so you might as well kiss a pistol Cause all I do is shoot off in her whistler She finna get my name on her shitter And I ain't even hit her My nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda Forget her, another bitch just paged in Weezy blazing, come through in something amazing I ball so good I need a sports agent Look at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong? My jewelry's like a white boy, always stoned I got a big home but I'm always gone That's why your bath towels is always gone Hoes I meet nowadays panties always gone And baby after I fuck I'm always gone I mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla Bitch I can't love you Holla, hahaha Listen Homie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head So all I'm feeling is air on my head With some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head Meet you close to knock you square out your head Sip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up In Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer

Plus the prices is cooler I come back through the hood with that dirty And tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies Got bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa But Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya How about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up And tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs I gets high 'til I can't focus But a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhfucka Holla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit Boy, boy, boy Ok I spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor Any beefs involving homie, your momma Homie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour Spark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers Smell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us We do just what the neighborhood have shown us We murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it Niggas won't do shit about it Wave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em I'm off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford Any problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him Hit the block with bricks of powder What you know 'bout doing that? And splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact Dawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead I'll make you hip out when them fuckin' bullets dig in your leg Positive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody Y'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla Yeah, yeah, yeah Aight Listen I wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists No rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes Wish my Sqad live happy I wish my kids grow stronger than me I wish my momma live longer than me I wish the cops stay off the corner this week I wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease I wish them niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit I wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive I wish for Heaven gates to enter Wish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center My seats, floor me Wish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe When I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns Wish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns I wish these hoes stop lying I wish these niggas stop lying Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying Fuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck it Aight. That what you want? Aight, listen, listen I wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records I wish I ain't have to sell records Fuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record Wish every bitch gave head I wish I could've saved Dad I wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man I wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck Wish hoes wouldn't suck dick and try to kiss down my neck Wish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that Bitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that I wish there wasn’t no droughts I wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ?? I wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit Don’t stop it though Shit, boy Fuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha Listen Nigga respect Weezy I leave everyone of you bustas to suffer Fuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for The Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers Kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature Oh I can’t do that one Ok, ok

What you know about Weezy dawg? What the fuck y’all know about Weezy? Holla at me, holla at me, holla at me Let’s switch it up Holla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don Don’t get it tangled or twisted Your head will get splitted Tell the whole world that I did it You bullshitted We don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want? We bring it to your head and your - Boy, boy, check it Nigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none Intentions to kill some, from bitches to children For real we will come inside of your buildings With Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some Let them 4s blaze My niggas blows haze Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay Be dying the worst way Who want it? Your bitch, you Sqad is the official shit Pistols spit behind little shit I get a bad bitch who lick And keep her posted up on the low She never cook pork but only cook coke Die for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity Hold minds for ransom, head sold separately I’m a ape dawg Trapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg But I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball And I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage 18 years old, I got cash that age Who fuckin’ with me? I’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka Shit, ok, ok, listen This how we gon’ do it S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T Ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha I like that, I like that Lay low muhfucka I can’t live forever And so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’ And if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’ I swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something My Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’ We peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle Big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga Bricks go for 10 gs on street value Patience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you The S Class is casual for the summer Let me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels Holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me Nigga we gon’ be here for a long time ‘Cause we done been here for a long time Now who want it – some problems? Uhh, uhh, oh shit I ain’t finished Check it, check it I’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone Holla at me Ready for the track to switch up Bitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up Bitch suck my dick up ‘Til she get the hiccups *Hiccups*, excuse you ho Now I got to lose you ho You know how Sqad dos you ho Move you through the shit smooth and slow Now you gotta do the whole clique You know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick Catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit This some freestyle shit until the track gone Bitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone Rap on Oh, I’ma rap on Oh, I’ma rap on Oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one 17th Ward nigga My balls thicker, scars and hard liquor Revolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga Fuck the laws and fuck peace We all live raw And we duck them boys and run streets This shit won’t cease

You got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka ‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka And I’m young but a wise nigga But in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it Fuck it, tryna join my daddy Automatic weapons, pow You can call the paramedics now And if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds I’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’ And chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low We can’t let the feds know nothing We keep it quiet as kept If someone frontin’ you find him dest I’m sorry What the fuck is “find him dest”? I meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death” Death 7, S. Q Holla at us, check it Pistols burning Pop the barrel, turning It got the faggots squirming We closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in Coke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled And dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble Get a bad bitch to hustle and move product And split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough And behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door You ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise We kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils We reside inside the S. Q. bombers And we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas So stay from ‘round us And to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you I be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you Then let a K hit you Fuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all Make you my underdog, put you under dawg Under dawg, holla This shit we doing is under dawg Man, listen Bitch I’m explosive All this niggas know this Weezy, I’m your woadie Holla, guns is toted Never fucking loaded But I keep more E You know how I do it bitch, I do it for me I do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps I do it for Sqad I do it ‘cause I ride I do it ‘til I die I never gets high I’m always on my toes I never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes But I only gets my dick sucked That’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide Down with the Squiddad Oh, oh that my nigga Six Shot Yeah, bout to run it Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Check it, check it Listen I do just what I motherfuckin’ want I never live with regrets I speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest Take heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist Or take three to the left side of your face A multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s A hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates They fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes I ride in a frenzy Ride in a Benzy Fuck it, tryna fire my enemies Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me I spit that filthy shit That gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me Let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults Holla at me mothafucke, holla at me Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me That’s my nigga, yeah Listen, listen

This is for the Sqad I sip Moët with This is for the Sqad that I pop X with This is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with This is for my Sqad that I usually fools with This is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo This is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though This is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa This is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga Haha holla, holla I was feeling that one, that was real nice Was real nice Ok, ok Listen We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets And clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton Who stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible Find me in a Benz – aqua blue Rims colossal dude And right under the seat’s a Glock or two Don’t make me pop at you And got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?” I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge Listen, I’ve had loot since a kid I ain’t just start having dough As a matter of fact, I started having dough I’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats I bet he choke What you don’t know? It’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy Get with it Holla at us Oh shit, holla at me Ya, ya, ya What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? Fat, I got us Is you ready? What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? Not a muhfuckin’ thing They don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance Holla at me listen Nigga fuck with me, get washed away Glocks and revolvers spray Cats get they corners blazed Blast with enormous Ks Understand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him Play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium Beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly Unleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre- ‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on Doo rag, G Nikes on Hope the choir sing your ass a nice song Niggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad It is not wise I’m robbing your block with Glock 9s Pull out, cock, pop moms Drop bombs You niggas ????????? Sqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me Come to take shit We be on some money make shit Simply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason Have you parents in the front emergency room pacing Crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say “Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla *Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’ Come to your fucking street and kill families Holla at this muhfuckin’ nigga You know me And ask your bitch, she blow me You know I’m in love with Kobe And Hovi Ok, ok What they want? Check it, check it Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter I’m a heartless lil’ bastard Since Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered Fuck all of you faggots Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit

Niggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis I’ma stay trill for the spinach Tremendous when I’m on that green shit Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips Fuck with me I blast you idiots Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka Muhfucka, ok, it’s real time It’s real time I know what song next I fuckin’ know what song next Check it, check it "Nigga I crash parties crash-" Oh I ain’t know that was next I ain’t know that was next I really didn’t know that was next Sorry. I’ma freestyle to it Ok ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy Ain’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot And if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot We do the things, we do it big, we ride big And if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick I make your momma and your child spit up blood I make shit come up to your thighs This the Squad I don’t fuck with niggas I only fuck with six niggas I only fuck with rich niggas I only fuck with C. M. B. dawg And they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg I’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone I’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone I’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone And I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka Here’s my dick, you can climb on Fuck, holla at me, holla at me Full of that Mo’ Now I’m full of that dro Yeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit Check me, check me Listen I’m a outlaw I’m quick on the draw I’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward I go hard, these niggas can’t play with me I got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me I spit this shit like a K spit rapidly I make your fucking family live unhappily Who the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy? They know what I’m fucking ‘bout They know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth I keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit But this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks This Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch And I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch I put the - Oh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’ I ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up I’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu - Oh, oh, we living it up We doing it real fucking big We will kill fucking kids If you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions You get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh What they know about me? Listen Got some shit coming Y’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare ‘Cause here it come, ok Let’s do it Oh shit, oh shit What you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy? Oh shit, oh shit What you know about me? Listen Nigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence That’s what I die with I pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit We on some mob shit Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch Glocks spit behind anything

Bitch lick anything ‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip With Limo tints to hide me in the whip Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at In other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it Lounging in bubble Rocky watch resemble mountains or something Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n Aye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free You touching your knees And if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe Now how you like lookin’? When the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token Despite the business, fuck rap Picture block on a motorcycle wheeling But the Glock ain’t right for kidneys I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes All the women in this nation hoes Hot since my creation woa’ Who the fuck want him? Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em I got pistols with blood on ‘em Whips with dubs on ‘em Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em Lips with dicks on ‘em Chicks with bricks on ‘em Chicks with chicks on ‘em I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6 Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit Holla at me, I’m still not done Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done Nigga holla at me, holla at me Listen, listen, listen Don’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most I come with the toast Get it hot like summer was close I’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’ Exploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’ Sober? Forget it This C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed The youngest soldier come with it Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted Nigga I told you to quit it I load it with 50 I blow ‘til it’s empty The dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’ Ropin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit Hoppin’ out the Rover with Semis Wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out Now who hating? Niggas cheapskating, underestimating The heat take him, put him under extra pavement Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like - Whoo, whoo, fuck it That’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches Holla at me Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove And that’s the end of that story One Shit Man, man53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Take that shit off at the front Gudda! Lord Uh-oh Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep No one's defiant as me I know my worth, so when you pay me Just know that I am not cheap (I am not cheap) On the road to riches Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep (watch for the beep) Rippin' this shit to pieces No, I will not look out for the beat Started out on the block Got on my feet and rose to the top I'm the cleanup man with the mop 50 shots disfigured his top, yes (disfigured)

I come from the city of God (God) I walk around in the city like God (God) Made it out and still come back Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds? On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall I'm sicker than y'all Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper I'm buyin' some acres, no time for a neighbor I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator I’ll do you a favor, and not do you a favor 'Cause if I do you a favor And you don't come back with that paper I'ma have to lay hands on you Like I'm givin' you prayer Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? I'm switchin' the gear Started off in the back, bitch But now I'm winnin', it's clear Nigga, I'm here Gudda! For real (Blows smoke) I got my married hoes on single drugs Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck Take your shoes off before you walk inside Take your shoes off before you cross the line I snoozed off on Father Time Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it I'm high class, niggas' elementary Repetition, that's the definition I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin' Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin' George Jefferson in all seven minutes Got a hot girl off television With a very sticky unhairy kitty In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent" I sit there and listen like we talkin' business I don't need her out here filmin' niggas I'd really rather have her steal from niggas I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga I've been takin' time out to count the bands Break a promise in the promised land Going zagga zow off of zagga xans From the middleman to the Macho Man I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse Then I figured out how to figure out What I was figurin' out, you figure it out Got a trigger man with an extra hand My bitches sleep by my bitch's house So every party is a slumber party Sky is the limit, head in the clouds While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough I hit the courtroom and stunk it up High comin' down, plug comin' up You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up You don't know me, but you know what's up And the coke was cut with some extra coke Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged She don't know it's love, it's not important love As long as we can keep extortin' the plug Just let him bleed and ignore the blood Just let him be and ignore the buzz Pour it up, catch a sugar rush Chopper full of rust, but it still bust Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one Safe full as fuck, money full of dust And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?" That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff If you look enough, you a mussel, punk That's a Bugatti on steroids Bugatti on Chevron All-white like an Altoid All these rings on, call me Bellboy From the Teflon to the Kevlar Don't mean shit when your head off Make the top dog jump dead off Then we keep his head for a memoir I sped off with the head off Goin' big Bruno on Mars Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar To a known star with a phone call Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah Purple, purple rivers, yeah Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah I'm cursed, but still religious, damn

I've been poppin' 10s, yeah 'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up Murky, murky water Purple, purple rivers Floatin' purple ribbons I'm cursed but still religious Damn Take your clothes off bitch Call your road dog, bitch I feel like O-Dog, bitch Boyz 2 Menace8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping Car parked by itself, robot stunting And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something I ain’t even gotta press a button Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic If my children end up smoking I'll whip they ass if they don’t pass it Hold up, I just got a package I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it Burning money fast like fire on the plastic You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill Monastat 7, Vagisil And my name don’t need no adjectives And my flow don’t need no ad-libs The boot, the battlefield Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too Boom – It’s my shot like Biloxi Even my shadow don’t trust me Big dog in this shit, like a Husky 285, 20 pounds of musty Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock Eat so much Benihana's I need nunchucks You just a old nigga always saying, "Big bruh" You a bad bitch always saying, "Big Daddy" You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in And my role model was a kingpin I say, "Let’s work," he say, "Let’s work" Let your next work be your best work And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 And I’m so sorry for the wait, too From New Orleans to the A, TRU You test my homies, we ace you Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em I'm taking everything - everything but precaution Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous I've been on my feet since the day I started walking Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction Bullets got a nigga running fast enough to race horses Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan I swear it happens all the time, very often Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good I say I go into my beastmode - rapping niggas, I eat those

I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time Cause I be in the back, nigga, and I ain't talking about swine I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that pussy too wet You niggas banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing Bitch, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butterbread But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars Leave a nigga dead in the gutter I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger My hair long, my dick bigger My hair long, my dick bigger My hair long, my dick bigger My money longer, my weed stronger I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on the set With the fully-automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you Uhh, bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today I say bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today But I got one I really fuck with She makes my heart skip a beat She dropped her drum stick Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick I eat that pussy 'cause it's sweet, as sweet as one-six Sixteen bullets in a clip, but more than one clip Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced I got strawberry cocaine as sweet as Fun Dip You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch I love my young bitch 'Cause she don't give me drama You don't want no drama My goons waitin' for you, to snap Like some photo bombers Yeah we leave a nigga flat We leave 'em horizontal And then my lawyer tell your honor On that morning, I was – Chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you girl Yeah, I was chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you It go U-N-L-V It go, it go U-N-L-V It go U-N-L-V, U-N-L-V Uptown Nigga Living Violent Do I smell beef? I was chilling on the corner about to get fucked up My nigga T got a 40, and he brought two cups That nigga Mack was chillin', Po was home talkin' on the phone Lord, it's been such a good-year we need some Armor All That nigga Hoody on the set, he got his hoodie on Euro the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms Wayne Chong, chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long Lord, I know I do my thing, can’t let my thing do me Lord, I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis Lord, just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me

Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree I got that Tec under my arm like Right Guard, Sure, Degree Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?" I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I served a fiend While I was Chilling on the set With a fully automatic Tec I was thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you girl Yeah I was chilling on the set With a fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl I was working my juug girl But I was still thinking 'bout you, girl Yeah Thinking 'bout you girl Working my juug girl Still thinking 'bout you girl Chilling on the set With the fully automatic Tec Thinking 'bout you girl Working my juug girl I was still thinking 'bout you19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yessir! It's me The rapper eater, haha! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! No homo Ahaha Yeah! One time for me, one time for the DJ He be Khaled, I be Lil Weezy— Baby, if you ask me, if you're nasty Creative, gifted bastard, spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic, democratic Touch it, bring it, push it—systematic Damn right, I kissed my daddy I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is And I'm his kid—I stunt with my daddy Call Miss Lee, she with my daddy So diss me and don't diss my daddy 'Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy So who be there when I see the money? Just my daddy Who said that I'd be the one? Just my daddy Hello, hip-hop; I'm home—it's your daddy When I say "deez," I don't mean the Caddy I mean "deez nuts," Akons and Khaled Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe And I ca-ca-can't forget Brisco And yeah, I done squashed the bullshit with Zoe It's a bakery here, just tryin' to get dough Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos You looking for me, ho? I'm in the 3-0— 5, I'm the best rapper alive Homeboy got a mind that a map wouldn't find Homeboy got a nine that a cop wouldn't find But I could get to it even if I was blind Like a scary movie, they screaming when I rhyme I'm a king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying I'm a Prince, too demanding like my mom Too bold, too cold like wet salam— Mi, me, it's all about me If the girl got a voice, then she talk about me, me! He say, she say, I say me We'll be in the M-I-A-mi With me, and T, and Big Ronnie And the homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the beach And Tez and E prob'ly somewhere in the Jeep And Marl' in the Phantom with Mr. G And me! Me! It's all about me! Play with me and it's all-out beef Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet! Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets! Yikes! Yeeks! Great Scott— Storch, can I borrow your yacht? Watch me and my clique go all-out Like the ball in the stands, we balls out, ugh! Boy, I don't know what y'all 'bout But I just spit like a dog mouth Pink ice, just looking like a hog mouth Vroom! I had to bring the hog out Light them trees, bring a log out Every day Christmas, I'm eggnogged out And hip-hop is my new-bought house My flow just grew legs and walked out—bye12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Please have my money on time

Please have my money on time, boy 'Cause my niggas run in salons Just to shoot up baby moms, boy Trap house jump out the gym Trap house jump like LeBron, yeah It's twenty-two five for the B Eleven five for the Solange, yeah Call a sixteen Montana, a eight a Steve Young And a four a Brett Favre My plug name is Hector But back in his country, they call him Héctòr She strip every day but Sunday 'Cause she still make time for the Lord Got a red dot on top of your head Like I got your ass on record "Tune, don't be so cruel" "Tune, don't be so rude" Nah, fuck that Fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes Hey, by the gavel or the gun, nigga I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun, nigga Be more careful how you pick and choose your words, boy 'Cause I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue, nigga Ooh, I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga Woo, pourin' Pink Panther in the punch, nigga Think faster than these dumb niggas We serial killers, you can get your Captain Crunch, nigga Hey, it's Lil Wayne, nigga I been the shit since Lil Zane, nigga, uh Tell the cops I ain't no name giver Icicles on my fingers from cocaine blizzards Ayy, it's Lil Wayne, nigga, uh I'm in the building, 'bout to hang pictures Woo, I'm the ruler, it's a game of inches Tryna make a mill' and make a meal in the same kitchen Hey Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, boy 'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, look It's twenty-two five for the B Eleven five for the Solange, yeah Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I'ma put this dick Where the sun don't shine, girl Girl (Girl), I got that white girl (Woo), girl (Girl, yeah) Girl (Woo), I got that white (Girl) girl (Yeah) I got that white (Wassup?) That blonde hair, blue eyes (Yeah; eyes) I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy (Hurry up and buy, nigga) Hurry up and buy (Ah) Woo, cocaine Mulsanne (Skrrt) Blowin' Backwoods while I switch lanes (Ayy) Four clips, two thangs Pardon me, I'm bout to switch chains (Wassup?) Bag full of rocks, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar) Bought my first block, I'm a block-star (Woo) I done owned everything on the road, nigga (Road, nigga) Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car (Ah) Mr. All Black, yeah, he's back (Back) And you know the flow hard, nigga, cooked crack (Woo) You mean the flow hard like cooked crack? (Crack) Damn right, 'cause I used to cook crack (Yeah) Hey, fourty-six for the twenty-eight (Eight) Fourteen for the eighteen ('Teen) See them hitters in that black van (Woo) Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team Nowadays, everybody got a plug, nigga (Plug, nigga) You know hoes say Julio (Julio) Only bird that your flippin', nigga Is the ones in the studio (Haha) Designated driver, nigga (Woo) Damn right, boy, them units got a chauffeur (Chauffeur) I can't sleep without it, nigga (Hey) Damn right, got a chopper by the sofa (Hey) Look at me whippin', I'm confident, cocky (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) If this was a category, I would be Rocky Say you lookin' for that comeback, look no further (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter (Haha) Them tens, them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds Lost a bag on the road, I was sick to my stomach (Damn) That Britney, that Iggy Azalea, I tell ya Intercepting the pack, hey, so I'll never mail ya (Hey) I'm gone Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, boy 'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy Please have my money on time Please have my money on time, look It's twenty-two five for the B Eleven five for the Solange, yeah

Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I'ma put this dick Where the Sun don't shine, girl Girl, I got that white girl, girl Girl, I got that white girl I got that white That blonde hair, blue eyes I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy Hurry up and buy26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm looking up at heaven, hoping my niggas made it While I'm tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration I'm like fucking right I'm flexing on these pancake ass niggas These niggas must be nuts, I castrate these niggas (pause) Then she stuck out her tongue Well since you act like a dog I'mma fuck you like one I got this Tec in my draws, and I murder for fun Man all these niggas the same, it's like we watching re-runs And I am salt in the wound, I am soap in ya eye These bitches thinkin' they fly, I tell em' roaches can fly Even at my low bitch I'm high, I'm tryna stay focused I'm fine But if I crack one of these niggas like a glow stick he shine But it's Trukfit: skate or die, them bitches wasting my time And when they ask me where I'm from I say the Great State of Mind OK that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky They tell me think it over over and I end up over-thinking, agh! Cause I don't know how fake feel nigga Cause all my life I've been a real nigga Yeah all my life I've been a real nigga Kidnap yo wife, fuck her and still kill her Yeah and I don't wanna take pills nigga But it's either that or take chances nigga Run up on you, click-clack: pay yo taxes nigga We bout that action, these niggas action figures Uhh, Young Money on another level I like her pussy tighter than my fucking schedule Man I love hitting yo bitch, like a Lucky Seven I'm running this shit, you niggas running errands Money ain't shit to me I smoke all these niggas, call it Niggatine Yellowbone pussy, uh lemon squeeze I ain't too proud to beg, so nigga please Fake ass, bitch ass You faker than yo bitch ass Weed good, bitch bad Fat mouth, slim chance I see you niggas hatin', with ya hatin' ass I'm just lightin' up, like laser tag Chopper clips is too long, send you back to where you came from Yeah, pussy niggas get banged up, I wish you would give a name up I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga They find yo motherfucking body in the woods nigga We on that good nigga, we ain't no G.O.O.D niggas You niggas stand under me, understood nigga? D41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back Got something for them niggas that react I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back Woah She say, "I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute I saw some pictures of you boo'd up, it looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny" I say "Girl, you a trip," she say "I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin'" She say "Watch these hoes, 'cause they leeches like Robin" I say, "No, Robin Givens" She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped, I know she feel it It's crazy out here, I'm just protecting myself, you know I'm winnin' She say "I get it, and if anything was to happen to you, I'd be livid" "You ain't gotta worry 'bout that, I'll kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit" Come up missing, think they caught a big fish 'til his body come up drippin' I treat her legs like like a grand opening, smiling while I cut the ribbon I took a pill, she took a pill, we was chilling, 20 minutes, now we feel it She say "I know you probably hear this shit a lot, but you the shit in my opinion" I said, "It never gets old, thought I'd never say never, but I did it She say "Who you kidding, boy? You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties" I admit it, big booty, big titties; I admit it I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back Got something for them niggas that react I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back I like my girls BBW The type that wanna suck you dry Then eat some lunch with you She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable

Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute Saw a flick of you boo'd up, boy, you never liked em skinny You tell me I'm a trip, well, I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin' I'm just sayin' Boy, this here will keep you warm at night Feed you good before you catch a flight Stop actin' like you ain't got no type Who you kiddin'? I admit it, I admit it But I got these guns on me right now I got these drugs on me right now I got the Feds on me right now I got two buyers, want it right now She took her clothes off and I stopped Looked at my watch, like "Fuck it, why not?" Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord She say, "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit it, quit it But you know you ain't been with a good, thick bitch in a minute" I say, "You ain’t never lying; thought I’d never say never, but I did it" She said "Speaking of a line, are you finished? All we need is a witness" "Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'" She said, "Who you kidding, boy? you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties" I admit it, I like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties; I admit it I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back Got something for them niggas that react I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back I like my girls BBW The type that wanna suck you dry Then eat some lunch with you She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ah.. Pop another percocet My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect Highway to heaven Bow! Where the fuck the chauffeur at? These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition So please walk away before we stomp your ass Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed The ones you think your friends is really your haters So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple I put this together, I could've been a construction worker Niggas looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money Well is a pig's pussy pork? Do bears be shittin' In the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish? Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop! Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb Bitch, I do what I do like the groom Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch Like poof, there go my roof Pow, there go my hammer Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention? Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce Too many pills, too many blunts Two bitches named such-and-such It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up 'bout that life My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho Fuck niggas no Chris Stokes, it's me, Flow, D4 Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish Smoke fire, spit fire Puff the magic dragon Tunechi! D4 ho Future fuck with me!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ugh Arms Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating Bitch, I’m in the building, you just decorating I’m just detonatin', then I get blatant

More dangerous than Internet dating Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face bitch Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta Ball 'cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman Forewarning: Young Money’s armed And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn Yeah! Take that to the bank with you I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession, but Wayne different Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool, Black driver Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em Don’t worry if I'm shooting 'long as you don't get shot (Arms) And I'm a beast, I'm a pit bull I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull I got my money right, I got my clip full Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, nigga I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I’m zoning, nigga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite Superhero car, like I crime-fight I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hitmen He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster 'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter My words keep going, like a teleprompter I’m a asshole—wipe me down, bitch I get big checks—Niketown, bitch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms) Ugh, T, I can't stop goin' Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh! Hahahahaha!16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let's get fucked up On the road to riches You're just a speed bump Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches And I stay burned out like a bad transmission I'm on, like the lights I light up The kush, knock out, Tyson fight I'm talking about ass and titties, Sex and the City Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for "forget it" I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine Up in some fine dime, then she give me Einstein Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked a fine time I'm a 17 nigga. Bitch, I don't mind dying, man I just ended up on every bitch's sex list Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin' deathwish Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga Let Nina bust in your face like a porn star nigga Yeah I keep a Brian Pumper, no homo The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it Above the law, but under the influence Man, I was on the skateboard, kick push swagger Got my girl to the room, got behind her like a shadow I had her ass up in the air I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip in the world Right here in my gat And I wish a nigga play I'mma bust a nigga ass Hate Young Money? Then fuck you in the ass 187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gonna ball Til we fall and this fuck all y'all Gonna ball til we fall and this fuck all y'all

We straight, sorry for the wait4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Six shit Ayy, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga Six, nigga, six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick, six shit, nigga I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe) Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends) If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French) I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints) We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah) Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (Yeah) We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah) See, they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans (Woo) Being the greatest ever is my destiny still (Okay) Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay) Sitting back, getting head from a mademoiselle (Okay) Tryin' to put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will (Amen) Dedicated to you for the sixth time Killed it on the fifth one, now they say I'm big-time While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mines Used to fuck with Sega (Yuh), my uncle had a pager (Chirp!) I knew this drug kingpin that tried to run for Mayor (Skrrt!) Posted on the back blocks, talkin' player-player If she bad then I upgrade her, get her unlimited data (Blrrp!) They tryin' to build a wall, man, my dogs gon' hate that shit And build underground railroads so the Maybachs fit, yeah We in the game, but we don't play that shit Cover your soul before they take that shit—Young! Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga Rich nigga, Polo nigga, house bigger, bills bigger Sick nigga, Hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga Racks nigga, real bigger, Shaq-bigger, lil nigga Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still, nigga Coke-on-coke, nigga—slopes, niggas, hills, nigga Joke, nigga? Nope, nigga, clip bigger, quick trigger Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures, mixed signals O.J. with the brick, nigga runnin' through the white Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga, that's Sunny Delight Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites Nigga straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey Beat around the bush right after we beat the court case Talking 'bout a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace I tell her, keep her mouth shut; if not, I got some Scotch tape Got to keep the lock safe, referring to the Safelock The shelves fall, the ground shake, it make you do the James Brown I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb Some niggas like to fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair Some niggas got the right time; you ask him, he say, "Time'll tell" Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care Some niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel Some niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair Lyin' there, lookin' like "Aww, yeah", lawn chair Jumped right off the Con-Air and landed on a timeshare I wear Versace eyewear, feelin' like top shelf Cool as two Ls and Rock Bells, hot as Scottsdale Bombshell, ugh Blackin' out, blackin' out We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yo Bow! Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yuh That's some sick shit13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> T! Where Hoody at? No Ceilings Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh) AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap) Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap) Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man Yeah, this one for the duff-bag Yeah, this for where I'm from at Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan Yeah; click-clack Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam

Shh... silence on the gun, I go Silence of the Lamb Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram Screech! The harder I fall, the farther I reach The water might fall, but life is a beach When my number’s called, I get out my seat When my niggas ball, I give em my speech You might hit a wall, or end up like me You might have to crawl, but get up like me And you bite before bark, never I before we And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets I don’t play on these beats, I don’t play bout my money You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we I don’t play with no Wii, I’m OK, I’m OG I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T Belie'e that, Tunechi One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan Knock me out like punch bag, got me slump like humpback (gone) Muddy-muddy-muddy, I just drunk a mud bath Muddy-muddy-muddy, I need me some mud flaps (sippin) Real one from the jump, man, real one from the jump, man (real one) On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man (ayy) Money long, I got that money tall like Kazam (Shaq) I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin' McDonald’s (medicine) I just popped a bottle, ain’t talkin' no liquor (medicine) I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers (pour up) I’m talkin to a stripper, she gon let me pimp her You talkin to the police, so that’s who you tippin'? Ohhh, that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no, ohhh Had coke since Polo and Girbauds (yeah!) Had coke since Arsenio White girl, Marilyn Monroes, Demi Moore I’m in LA with my skinny hoes But their faces look like centerfolds I've been taking all these chemicals, damn Now they faces aren’t identical, damn Watch these niggas turning into hoes, bop-bop Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop Watch me turn a million into four, voilà Watch me turn Miami to N.O., uh-huh Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh In a Phantom with Chinchilla floors, drop-top Hit Atlanta like Gorilla Zoe Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most Shout out Lauren on the West, she playin' her role (Boogie!) Literally, on the set, she playin' a role (Boogie!) Niggas really rep the set, we stay in our mode (turned up) Spiritually I’m just blessed, I pray for my hoes (amen) Tunechi hoppin off the jet, G open my door (thank you) Spittin since Das EFX, my flow in control (skibbidy) Pimpin since Das EFX, my ho in control (pimpin) And I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin McDonald’s Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh We aiming this thing at your body We aiming this thing at your nose Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets Well, you’re gonna get shot with them both21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> David Banner David Banner David— David— David— David Banner Tunechih, ugh Walked in the bank like my shit don't stink (Ugh) Bitch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints (Ugh) Pockets never empty, Weezy F., full tank (Yeah) Try to check me and I'ma leave that check blank (One) Tongue-kiss that pussy, make that woman have convulsions I'm in this bitch throwin' up Blood, like a ulcer (Suu whoop) Real nigga like a motherfuckin' slave (Yeah) I R-I-P these niggas, like a page Umm, hello, how you doin', sir? Dr. Carter, M.D., that's mur-der (Whoa) Bitches ain't shit (Nope), and niggas ain't neither Bad bitches, I get at you like "sinus" (God bless you) These niggas is fake like a bosom (Yup) And everybody's on edge 'til you push 'em Haha, but the pleasure's all mine 'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! And I don't know how fake feel, nigga 'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga All my life, I been a real nigga Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: "What's poppin'? What's your friend name? What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change"

I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game Bitch, I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho! (Haha!) I'm a asshole (Yup), but I don't give a shit (Nope) Like a hard dick, I'm in this bitch (Ugh) I'm sharp, I'm cold: icepick (Ugh) Top off the Maybach: nice tits (Whoa) I'm from Hollygrove (Yeah), I used to hang with 'El ('El) I make them bitches (*gasp*), they waitin' to exhale (Yeah) I'm on some gangsta shit (Yeah), knock your head off (Yeah) Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog (Ugh) Where them hoes at? ("Right there") Tell 'em I say, "What's up?" (What's up?) I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps (Okay) I got that paper, bitch—come get a paper cut Don't gamble in that pussy—not even lady Luck's (Amen) I make 'em straighten up and fly right (Ugh) When life hands you lemons, find the limelight (Haha) Yeah, and the pleasure's all mine 'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time Tunechi! And I don't know how fake feel, nigga (Nigga) 'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga (Real nigga) Yeah, all my life, I been a real nigga Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: "What's poppin'? What's your friend name?" (Ugh) "What y'all drinkin' on?" (Ugh) "Come get a oil change" I brung my AK (Bow!), I'm on my "A" game Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho! Ah-ah-ahem! Ugh, I like my alcohol straight, bitch I can't stop stuntin', I need my brakes fixed Yeah, I'm on that shit like a fucking maggot On the road to riches; you niggas stuck in traffic Stomp a nigga out, keep the party going Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoying But if they friends bad, then them hoes could join I'm 'bout to shoot a porn; I'm castin': broken arm Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda I beat that pink pussy magenta, fuck bein' gentle Man, I'm hard; these niggas is simple, gun to your temple I smoke 'til I look Oriental, high as a window And I broke these niggas like pencils Unaccidental—bitch, I meant to Dick in her dimples; lick it, I tremble I swear, this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due I school your ass and suspend you, you bitch, you! It's Tunechi! And I don't know how fake feel, nigga 'Cause all my life I been a real nigga (Real nigga) Yeah, all my life I've been a real nigga (Real nigga) Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: "What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?) "What's your friend name?" (What's happenin'?) "What y'all drinkin' on?" (What's poppin'?) "Come get a oil change" (What's happenin'?) I brung my AK (Bah!) I'm on my "A" game (Bah!) Bitch, I'm a a-hole (Bah!), leavin' shit stains (Bah!), ho! Bah! Haha! Young Mula, baby!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Your man on the low talkin' to po-po I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo You just tryna get me out my Polo The sex look even better on the Go-Pro I already know you go commando You ridin' me, my Magnum is your saddle Find out I was cummin' and you swallow And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole We still get them chickens for the low low Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks I know all my bitches is some homos All my young niggas got them old souls We some young niggas with some old money You that one nigga, let me hold somethin' And we got that white girl if your nose runnin' In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies I already know you go commando Me and all my goons up in the bando I just popped two pills before I saw you You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo Xannies always send me off to dreamland Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back

Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads Sip so much a nigga need to relax How the fuck they expect me to relax? I got crocodile tears under this ski mask I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget I am a dog, not ashamed to admit I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip I'm finna pop with the AK and dip I am just not feeling Nae Nae and Whip I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes And they peek-a-boo at us They seein' through, through us It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives And they livin' through, through us Livin' through I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me When you feel me When I'm cupped up, that's the real me When I'm cupped up, that's the real me, yeah She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night I was all up in that bitch ass last night I did my thing and now she fuck with me And she feel me When I'm turnt up, that's the real me When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah Me and all my goons in the bando Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O Just got new cocaine before I saw you You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O And we still get the cocaine from Fernando Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow I ain't got no ceilings in my castle No Ceilings!9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Uh-huh The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt What you know 'bout it? You dig? Weezy's the name, money's the game Already Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion 'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch, and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch, baby—call me "Olympics" Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes "Pow," I be at the finish With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes Pull up on you in the coupe—how fat is your engine? Never talk to those that sat on the benches Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business See you fucking with the boy that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes stripping And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tipping I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin' Make my friends buy they own—fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done died to be with me I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigger—no, I won't shave it I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin' Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush," not Macon Fuck "waist-deep," I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come 'round her like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothing but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading My homie, Santana—yeah, that's my ace But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face" Yeah Weezy, bitch!

Don't give a fuck about you at all! I'm paid Been that way for a long time Looks like I'ma die like that 'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die Haha Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from But they know where I'm goin' And I'ma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie In a pair of Gucci flops, feeling freer than Willie When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly—Weezy!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ Drama for life A Tribe Called Weezy DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye) I'm getting more pop on my skateboard Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord I got my redbone head gone That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing You think you street? I'm a jaywalker I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer? Yeah, Tunechi Li in this motherfucker Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker I'ma smoke 'em until I get lung trouble And these... niggas saying they the truth But your pants on fire Like I was born in the pool I came up from the bottom I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut Rich, but I ain't rich enough Your bitch is down, you bitchin up Rolls Royce, topless, it's about to get titty fucked Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck And question, who the realest niggas? Okay, that's a given one Well welcome to the murder show Show starts when the curtains close Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow Why are all these coppers trippin? Bitches down there, searching clothes Yeah, I'm drinking stupid What the fuck you think I'm swerving for? Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause And she was probably brokenhearted I'm so gone, I probably caused it I'm just saying They ain't fucking with me Bet they talking bout murdering me But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas 2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truck I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s What you know about getting money? Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin' With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk A buck fifty every three months, real talk W-T-F, what the fuck nigga? Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga? It's just us, it's just us nigga We the fuss nigga That's a plus nigga And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck

Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck Smoke weed with the windows up High as fuck, but inching up Pussy niggas tensing up Are these niggas men or what? I got your bitch antennas up Money talks, your minutes up You can judge us, but don't sentence us Blow me like the wind would gust We trukfit and we supered up W-T-F, who to fuck? And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute And her ass on fire And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a diamond and I'm gone...14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No cap She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya I know I ain't perfect Got shit I need to work on, a nigga been workin' I know you uncertain You ride for me and I drive you crazy and I know I've been swervin' I know you've been nervous, I know I've been reckless And now you all heartless, and now it's all worthless I don't deserve ya, you don't deserve this I turned a blessing into a burden I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it A nigga been wishin' that I could reverse it I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has-been How did this happen? What is the current? Where's your endurance? You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist Shit was the purest 'til you got curious You know that love don't come with insurance I blame the jurists who put me on trial They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em That got me furious, people that knew of us Tell me they sorry, I said that make two of us Wonder what ruined 'em Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral, goddamn (Love me or leave me) Love me or leave me (Let me go my own way) She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'? Since it ain't me, just tell lil' homie he lucky, I'm lonely for nothing I'm starin' at the phone and the button to call 'em to come in I'm starin' at the walls, I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin' I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin' when stars were abundant Then shit happened, and all of the sudden the toilet start flushing Try to avoid the confrontin', enjoy the consumption With outside noise and seduction, it's harder to function Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right, goddamn (Love me), you must hate me (Or leave me) Love me or leave me (Let me go my own way) She love me or leave me I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn, Funeral4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I loved her fancy underwear, I sit behind her every year Waiting for the chance to get to tell her I'm the one she should be with She's popular wit all the guys, so innocent in my eyes I can see her in my life, she woulda had the world if she were mine But see, she had other plans, I couldn't understand

Her and her stupid friends, Varsity's biggest fans Never forget the day she laughed and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around They loved her fancy underwear, every boyfriend, every year She tried to keep them entertained When they can hardly remember her name She did everything she could just to make them laugh and treat her good She finds herself alone, askin' herself, where did she go wrong She didn't realize she chased the type of guys That don't believe in ties, tryin' to apologize Never forget the day she left and walked away And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around Yeah Yeah Oh Uh Uh She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart Fucked around and turned me down 'Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen, the prom queen Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door See you never know how How everything can turn around13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Hey, Barbie, are-are-are are you into black men? Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie! Hey, I could be your black Ken (Wow!) Cause once you go black, you never go back She wear her hair black, with curls in the back Then she threw that ass back back back Then I fell to the mat And after that, everything went black Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara Hey, Barbie, yeah can I call you tomorrow and today Cause once you go black, you never go back And when she go to Wayne, everybody else is whack Then she threw that ass back back back, then I fell to the mat And after that, everything went black Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Awww, fuck it! Give me that damn bucket When when I throw this pussy you better not start duckin' Oh, yo, hit-hit 'em with the blow Look-look out in the crowd and everybody's yellin' no Grab him by his locks and give us a good box Then hit him below the belt I wanna give him good top Top-top, give him good top Hit him below the belt I want to give him good top One-two-three they yellin' one-two-three I done hit 'em with that motherfuckin' crunk two-piece Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out, too late to copout Give 'em more head than toupees, that's the knockout Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) Get the telephone please, it's an emergency Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)

So just knock me out So just knock me out Damn, just knock me out So just knock me out, just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bangladesh No Ceilings, motherfucker Hahaha, yeah Uh-huh, all right Uh-huh, all right, ugh Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini I live on the beach; she walk around in her bikini Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors I’m here to distinguish the bears from the penguins Life is just a gap—get some money in between it Glocks like police, pumps like Finas This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party H—Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick Big-bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha Vince Young, suicide doors, haha Life’s a bitch; now, die for her I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?) My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write (Oh, you ain't know?) The way I’m eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh) Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite (Haha) I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...) Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that) Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?) Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha) I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?) Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn) Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh) Got your son looking up to me like I’m six feet (Haha) Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah) I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah) Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh) Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!) Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty) The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up) Flow harder than an anvil, Short OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha) Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon Your girl like a motion picture, she gon’ be coming soon I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune (Ha) Couple screws loose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho G—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face 'Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped Then she ride that dick, oh, freeway And now them titties sittin' nice, yeah, I wanna bite yeah I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back Hold up, uhh

Now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin', and fuckin' And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin' I got a bitch named Vanessa (Ooh) She like how I finesse her (Yeah) I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser Had a threesome with her sister (Oh) They thought I was scared to ask them (Oh) Bust a nut then hit the bathroom (Oh) Grab the towel and clean my mess up (Oh) I be swaggin' on these hoes (Ooh) I ain't laughin' with these hoes (Woo) I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke Got some OG straight from Cali (Oh) And some backwoods from the store (Oh) Got a message from Lil Tune And he sent pictures of your hoe Man, we got groupies in the hallway Set that dick all on her forehead Bet there's roaches in my ash tray Bitches buggin', get the OFF! spray Girl, I fuck with you the long way (Bah) Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wah) Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wow) Give me blow jobs on your off day, uh Oh, I don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight She ate the dick like Minnie Mouse eat cheese cake She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae I said, oh you got that torch, still I take precaution I told her I ain't none of the suckers she been involved with I fuck her till she's exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting Then she get on her knees like she b-b-beggin' my pardon That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand Pop that pussy like a price tag 'til I white flag, alright I like smokin' with my bitches, so I pass the blunt to Brittany (Ooh) Bitches think that I'm a Hot Boy, I got dope dick, bitch, I'm B.G Gettin' BJ's from your BM while the DJ play my CD Got a bitch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it up for lent That's why I fuck with her the long way, ate that pussy on the first date Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day, oh Ooh, ooh, and now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it like bubble We tonguin' and fuckin' and oh I... Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad bitch at home that never debate Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate I got a big booty bitch that keep her peak shape I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped And then she surf that dick like a heatwave And now them titties sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah I could fuck you right, yeah, all night, yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass And now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' And suckin', and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' Oh, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm cummin' Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day Oh yeah, she don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No Ceilings I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom" I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool Pour up, yeah I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy" I pull up, I pull up and I fade away

That's NBA, yeah Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused" I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint And make something out of it, like a scientist Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E And that's my niggas, we fly niggas With shotguns under both wings We going up, pouring up These niggas be ho-ing up Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen And I'm a Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon I come through in something without a roof Staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm reppin' Suwu Yeah, Blood Gang Look, I hop out, they watch how I hop out the Wraith I spend it, I spend it, make it back next day I pull up, I pull up, and I fade away That's NBA, yeah I’m my mama’s son And when I started thuggin', I was young When I started cussin', I was one Mama put that soap on my tongue And when I started hustlin', I was twelve And then I started pumpin' like the Shell And when I started fuckin', I was young And when I started cuppin', I was sprung And then I started druggin', it was fun Fuckin' with that honey, I got stung And when I go out clubbin', I be numb Started out from nothin', just some crumbs Started up from nothin', just some crumbs And now I got a bakery, yum, yum And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery All I got is two words: blum, blum No Ceilings27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah Live from the 504 It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid L—L—Lilypad niggas, l—l—look at the monster Y—Y—You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba" See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry, and my new drop is berry Watermelon-plum: just call it "fruit punch" I'm an old rapper getting new bucks And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch) Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" In the middle of the war—where my enemy at? I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back 'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?" I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that

And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shout to Mack Maine! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hood boss, what's up? 6, 6, 6 (Gangsta Grizz-ills!) Big body on brabus, that's all I know Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore Screaming "money over power," quote, un-quote And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (Hold up) I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (Hold up) I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (Yeah) Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count (Get 'em) Skating and mating, I'm spinning like Daytons I'm winning like Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner I'm putting some straightener into all of these Satans I'm wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David I'm quietly waiting, I'm trying to be patient But they want me to wait for Simon to say it But I am too faded, so talk to my agent Or they talk about you to your congregation Man, no conversation or negotiation No affiliation by association I need confirmation for my compensation Or we make a corpse out of your corporation I need my donation, take drugs in rotation That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation They landing your facial, bandanna, rosacea I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios Collateral, collateral Xanax and Adderall got me unparalleled Me and your bitch compatible Go together like a parachute and a "geronimo" This dick is mechanical But he get too casual up in the vaginal I pop a Viag-a-ra, she hop like a kangaroo Suck like a snaggle-tooth I ain't got time for no rumors When I am not human, or you men, I'm booming I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie I'm platinum versus aluminum, I'm shrooming I visualize what I'm assuming, my vision is gloomy But fuck it, I zoom in and now I see movement And I'd like to thank all the niggas that schooled me But I still might shoot up my class reunion I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion Smoking some weed, bright as a petunia I'm walking around Miss America Like I'm the King, King of Zamunda Been hanging around with my shooters When you was still hanging out with Mr. Cooper Which one of you niggas want beef? I'm putting your name all inside the chalupa Money since the Mayans, thuggin' since the riots Six, exemplifyin', higher than Orion Lion off the diet, eat the whole safari Pop a cork or body, keep it soft and sour Watch the market tower Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice and count 'em Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder Watch the bitches shower, optimistic mama Common sense ain't common, top position scholar So far from the bottom, they can't hear me holler All I say is our, all I say is our, our father My lil' bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler Make me "As-salamu alaykum" about her What more can I say about her? Pray about it I just race the 'Rari, left it way behind me, taste the mileage Loud-ass blatant diamonds, I think they the loudest Waking zombies Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna, hate your honor Still my mama's baby; and my baby mamas, they some riders Can't deflate them tires, I'm still chasing commas Nigga I made Big Tymers And I'm still taking time to make it timeless Dedication problems Sick shit, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah... The nicest thing a fan can say to me when they approach me on the street is any fucking thing true, anything real. You know what I mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliché, cliché I can still tell when that cliché was straight from your heart and that's all you could think about, all you could think to say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if it's that, like I said just when it's real. You know why? 'Cause sometimes people can say things that's so real to them that they don't even know that, you know what I mean, some of the things they are saying isn't fact, you know what I mean, official. But you know, things like so what I mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, uh, they might... shout out the valet from today, umm well yesterday, shout out the valet from yesterday, before you opened the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat too, you look me in the eyes and you say ahh, and he couldn't, his English wasn't all that, he said: I like the new album, I really like the new project, and I said to him I was like thank you man, he meant that, 'cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what I mean, so I was like damn you know when I got in the car I was like damn it's not a project. You know what I mean I don't even consider that, it's damn sure not an album just a mixtape, you know what I mean, but to him that was real, that shit was real, could be a project not an album, so shout out to homie. I slid him a nice little tip you know what I mean4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the hog on two-six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks I don't know what you on, but I'm on some new shit While your bitch is on my dick like a glue stick I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed The tooth fairy would retire if I lose it Straight out the clip, that's how I spit, like an Uzi You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music I'm running this, and I can jump the hurdles I'm feeling like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles I'm like a turtle when I sip the purple And I smoke that kush Yeah, that kush And I ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh And we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush And we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh So how ya like me now Buck-sixty on the dash, I'mma do two Captain Crunch, these niggas is Froot Loops That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too And I'mma make her back it up like 'droop shoop' I'm the Birdman Junior, I gotta do coupes I hop up out that motherfucker, holler "Soowoo" Hollygrove 17, I'm from the Zoo Crew You would think every animal in the zoo loose (Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice But I keep my shit together, not a screw loose Yeah, word to my Gucc' boots I'm higher than a new suit 'Cause we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Uh-huh, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Buck-forty on a ring that I don't really wear But I bet it light up the night like the city fair The shit ain't fair I didn't have to go there But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear I'm so aware I'm so prepared I'm so fly I will take off into the open air Liftoff Cristal Please Crackers with cheese Nigga please We on J-E-Ts Like Curtis Martin in white and green I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing No reggie man You know I smoke that kush And I ball like swoosh You know I smoke that kush And I ball like swoosh Now how you like me now?14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got shotguns under my staircase Rob yo ho ass bare face Been had this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate All my life I been this cold All my nights I spend with hoes I keep change on me now ‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how time flies, clip its wings Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line We don’t feel none of you niggas Y'all some fuckin porcupines I still got residue all on my dinner plates Real niggas in my inner circle None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps I’m too good for just any bad bitch Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons That milk carton show her missing panties That pussy felt like a hidden valley Thank God that I’m so gifted

I wouldn’t return a single gift But all good things must come to an end Like this blunt burning my fingertips Lil' Tune This ain’t what you want Put that gun to yo ho head Make her tell me what you don’t Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong! Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! Striper pole on the yacht Striper pole in my spot I got yo girl in my condo Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo Flexin ranches up in Texas I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Choos and Giuseppe she got it I star 6-7, my flights I fly private I’m a walkin hedge fund I copped a 62 for leg room This bitch text saying her lights off I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax write-off It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Foreva It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Hold it It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Step up in this kitchen Just step back take a look at me Listen , that Ferrari unreleased Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions That’s the reason why we winning We flying, we finished Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall Rich Gang ball 'till you fall We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox Live it like we live it twice Ballin with them bright lights Bad bitches stand tall Bad bitches want em all Hella choppas on the surface Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose Blow it cuz the swag is perfect First class flights, nigga we done murked em <EOS> <BOS> Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Ugh, in New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I *blatttt!* Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked Yeah, Stunna number blocked This New Orleans milly rock, let 'em milly rock Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not, brrrr Yuh, tell 'em it's the ROC In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox I did a show with Ja Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock They threw me in the box, eight months tops Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped Man, when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop The bitches' drawers gon' drop and then the calls gon' drop Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah And all of these bitches got ass, how did they get it so fast? They ain't have that in the past, I still smash In L.A., they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock Hol' up, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah And I fuck these hoes If I don't doze Off on that drank If I do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame Weed, stank, it better be the only thing Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter The fireman and firestarter, need water Woo, all of your bitches, they poo All of my bitches, they're new

They got more bitches than you, all of these hoes in cahoots But my bitch keep me in the loop She blow me like hot Campbell's soup My woadies come out like a troop, innocent bystander, oops Enjoying my financial fruits, I'm in a pineapple coupe Passin' you up like juke, turnin' heads like a screw Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip I'm rich, bitch, Money, Mitch What's in that, bag? 14 bricks (You got 14 bricks in that bag?) Used to, used to drive a Masi' Used to be locked up, with the dude that stalked Ashanti Used to be in Hollygrove with goons that caught them bodies Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, Trukfit to the socks OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh It's the, it's the Roc, uh Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got my capital S-W-agger up You dig? Young Money Cash Money DipSet Byrdgang We a team baby (Freekey!) Welcome to DipSet, baby Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it's combat time Hey, I take three l's to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I'm dead Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him? A rich nigga can't even buy freedom That's why I give my white bitches everything but freedom I do my white bitches anything but beat 'em And if they like rat poison, then I'mma feed 'em I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it I'm rich bitch, I ain't broke no more But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more You old ass rappers better stay on tour You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24 I could murk you and come home when I'm 44 What's a beat without bass Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass What's a beat without bass Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass Dade county get it girl 5 ridas wit a girl U don?t want no problems don?t u kno we ridin wit it girl Dudes love me say I got a hell of a swag See me hoppin out them coups benz bentleys and jags With balenciaga bags in some lil skimpy shit Got a lil bitty ass so they focus on my tits Its the jewels that I wear and the gleam on my wrist And she rock her real hair run yo fingers through this shit I am somethin like the shit and yo nigga I will pimp U ain't got my money honey hit em with a hollow tip See Freekey is crazy insane and hazy And that?s my big brotha so do not try to play me Its gon be somethin shawty The set is in the buildin throw yo b's up shawty Patrone is in my system and dat switched up shawty The zone is where I?m gettin when Im geeked up homie Yeaaa What's a beat without bass Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass What's a beat without bass Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass

This Is How We Ride So High Drunk Drive Bet The Pistol Grip Get Em Gangstas Ballas We Them Chedda Makin Villians Shorty Get Me Right Got A Big Mossberg And Dat Fire From Them Shells Make U Stop Drop And Pop It Cock That Hammer Send A Rocket Blow A Socket I Won't Stop It Go Go Rocket Hit Ya Body So Its Profit Of This Poppin Cause Yo Mouth To Take The Profit Get The Shells And Nuthin Less Between Dont Even Call Em Burnas We Call Em Shucky Duckys We Grizzlies We Teletubbies Get Busy Wit Heavy Money U Said He Probly All Funky U Probly Some Type Of Junky I Probly Sold U The Monkey Listen Fall Back Bitch U Don't Wanna Get Stripped U Don't Wanna See Yo Jaw Crack Barrell From The Smith That Pain'll Probly Make Yo Body Twitch Shit The World'll Hear U Say Ayyy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot Me and my niggas, we go up a lot We so up, you not D'usse, D'usse, when I get home I'mma throw up these shots When I got home I was so drunk I knocked So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop Got my codeine and I poured up a lot I pour up a lot I pour up a lot I got more than a doc, my soda gonna pop Strong as boulders and rocks My shoulders gon' drop, you know I know I'm so high I could have swore I saw Pac Could have swore I saw Spock My motor don't stop I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks You know I'm on deck, when there's snow, I'm on top I'm stored up on stock I'm way up, but I'm sure you're not shocked Cause you know how I rock And you know that it's cocked The .44 with the dot I'm a pro with the Glock, don't you go to the cops Or your throat gon' get chopped Then your folks gon' get got then your ho gon' get shot Kiss that ho if she hot Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa And all you lookin' ass niggas look at me now I'm sure you gon' watch, you boring, I'm not I'm scoring a lot, ignoring the thots I'm pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot I pour up a lot I sew up the block, make you go off the block I'm getting twisted with 2 bad bitches in my bedroom Leave them hoes in a knot Stomach in knots, thought I need some drank I'm stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red If I don't do red, Lord, I don't do red I don't do yellow, no, I don't do that I don't do Qualitest, I don't do Hi-Tech I need that Act I don't do yellow cause it make me scratch As soon as I seen niggas sippin' green I was like, "where they do that" Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back Chinese AK do what I say and nobody die My soda so dirty, I can't even lie When I need peace of mind I just pour up a lot I pour up a lot Me and my niggas, we go up a lot We so up, you not D'usse, D'usse, when I get home, I'ma throw up these shots When I got home I was so drunk I knocked So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked Went to the kitchen and grabbed me a pop Didn't even measure, just poured up a lot I pour up a lot I run in your building and hold up the spot Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap Make everyone get on their knees and then count My bitch talking 'bout kicking me out