[Intro: Birdman and Lil Wayne]
Squad tryna get rich quick
Don't forget it motherfucker
Eh Weezy, come on
Party cause my squad up
In New Orlans
[?]
We gon party, yep yep in the worst way
Eh yo shawty, I'm tryna fuck on the first day
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah
[Verse 1: T-Streets]
Streets!
When I pull up out front, we gon rush the club
Everybody know I'm buck, so they usually show me love
Got that tooly full of whole slugs, if a nigga hold a grudge
When you fuck with Weezy baby, you got the hoes in love
Get the lute and run, this is T-Streets, motherfucker
Keep your eyes on my piece while I speak, motherfucker
I eat, sleep shit trouble
A nigga ain't crazy, I just want my shit double
She can't be my lady, I just want them lips from them
She gon do my clique, or [?]
Just [?] spent
Sittin on the hood, [?]
Flippin up your hood with thhe fullest
How your bitch gon say [?]
We just good, getting it good
That's why I bring the hood to your home, motherfucker
Squad tryna get rich quick
Don't forget it motherfucker
Eh Weezy, come on
Party cause my squad up
In New Orlans
[?]
We gon party, yep yep in the worst way
Eh yo shawty, I'm tryna fuck on the first day
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah
[Verse 1: T-Streets]
Streets!
When I pull up out front, we gon rush the club
Everybody know I'm buck, so they usually show me love
Got that tooly full of whole slugs, if a nigga hold a grudge
When you fuck with Weezy baby, you got the hoes in love
Get the lute and run, this is T-Streets, motherfucker
Keep your eyes on my piece while I speak, motherfucker
I eat, sleep shit trouble
A nigga ain't crazy, I just want my shit double
She can't be my lady, I just want them lips from them
She gon do my clique, or [?]
Just [?] spent
Sittin on the hood, [?]
Flippin up your hood with thhe fullest
How your bitch gon say [?]
We just good, getting it good
That's why I bring the hood to your home, motherfucker
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