[Spoken Word: Birdman]
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' huh 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
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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, yeah!
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 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' huh 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
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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, yeah!
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
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