[Intro: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda]
Gutta, you feel like rappin? (Fo sho!)
Well looka here...I'mma let you do you first, and I MIGHT come behind you...
This SQAD UP right here man...you know what I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I got the hustle cluckas
I keep that nina in my clutch so I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in the kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit, we heard o' ya
Bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit, we murder ya! *Biatch!*
Run up in ya crib snack up ya kid then murk yo Pa
You don't know what I do to ya! *Uh uh*
Leave ya fuckin mother cryin at ya funeral - faggot ass nigga!
I pull that gat out niggas - jump it rabbit ass nigga!
The SQAD is takin ova, shit you betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm R.I.P.,
Fuckin bitches gettin money, shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club and - middle fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! *SQAAAD UP!*
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up in a place, or buss up the whole place, betta buckle up
Befo I have yo Mami standin ova ya cold face, ready to puck her up!
I'm so straight - I got my hustle UP!
I do this shit for them niggas with the zip-lock bags, just keep it bundled up!
I see you daddy - hit my numba up!
I tell yo people get with my people and we could holla over lunch
Man how you want it - dope, blow or what?
I giva a lady a kiss - a bitch a smack - a ho nut
Then get that ho to Dizzy, Gudda, Yo and Nut!
I give a hater a elbow to the gut
I'm so agressive, there ain't a lesson I haven't been learned
So nigga you can't tell me shit!
I knew to much for school - you can't feel me bitch!
I know I needed a Two - you need a helmet slick!
Because I'm going at ya head with the 'fo banga
They gon' start callin you no-brainer!
And please don't bring her if she is a no-brainer
And you'ont need a brainer - know I'm Weezy Baby!
Come back Gutta - holla atcha boy!
*What up Gutta?*
Gutta, you feel like rappin? (Fo sho!)
Well looka here...I'mma let you do you first, and I MIGHT come behind you...
This SQAD UP right here man...you know what I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I got the hustle cluckas
I keep that nina in my clutch so I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in the kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit, we heard o' ya
Bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit, we murder ya! *Biatch!*
Run up in ya crib snack up ya kid then murk yo Pa
You don't know what I do to ya! *Uh uh*
Leave ya fuckin mother cryin at ya funeral - faggot ass nigga!
I pull that gat out niggas - jump it rabbit ass nigga!
The SQAD is takin ova, shit you betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm R.I.P.,
Fuckin bitches gettin money, shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club and - middle fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! *SQAAAD UP!*
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up in a place, or buss up the whole place, betta buckle up
Befo I have yo Mami standin ova ya cold face, ready to puck her up!
I'm so straight - I got my hustle UP!
I do this shit for them niggas with the zip-lock bags, just keep it bundled up!
I see you daddy - hit my numba up!
I tell yo people get with my people and we could holla over lunch
Man how you want it - dope, blow or what?
I giva a lady a kiss - a bitch a smack - a ho nut
Then get that ho to Dizzy, Gudda, Yo and Nut!
I give a hater a elbow to the gut
I'm so agressive, there ain't a lesson I haven't been learned
So nigga you can't tell me shit!
I knew to much for school - you can't feel me bitch!
I know I needed a Two - you need a helmet slick!
Because I'm going at ya head with the 'fo banga
They gon' start callin you no-brainer!
And please don't bring her if she is a no-brainer
And you'ont need a brainer - know I'm Weezy Baby!
Come back Gutta - holla atcha boy!
*What up Gutta?*
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