[Intro: Hotboy Turk]
Yeah
Y'all ain't see this coming
G shit nigga
I had to do the remix
[Hook: Hotboy Turk]
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck it this a golden
The path already chosen
The Mac already loaded
The backwood looking bloated
And my killers look devoted
My children look supported
My cars look imported
My dogs looking forward
And the stars looking lower
The God looking over
The lawn looking mowered
It’s hard to look sober
But they looking over shoulders
They looking and they notice
Whatever’s in these sodas got me looking like a tortoise
Screaming fuck how it turn out
It’s all about the totals
It’s all about my brodies
Don't you know we some immortals
I pull up in that Lotus
Smoking rigor mortis
Passenger is gorgeous
Not enough to lose my focus
I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would fuck your chauffeur
I got guns under the sofas and I treat them just like trophies
I got powers like a morpheus
Turn your child into an orphan
Send a bomb into your office
Now you're swimming with the crawfish
That's New Orleans
Yeah
Y'all ain't see this coming
G shit nigga
I had to do the remix
[Hook: Hotboy Turk]
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out, wait hol' up
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck it this a golden
The path already chosen
The Mac already loaded
The backwood looking bloated
And my killers look devoted
My children look supported
My cars look imported
My dogs looking forward
And the stars looking lower
The God looking over
The lawn looking mowered
It’s hard to look sober
But they looking over shoulders
They looking and they notice
Whatever’s in these sodas got me looking like a tortoise
Screaming fuck how it turn out
It’s all about the totals
It’s all about my brodies
Don't you know we some immortals
I pull up in that Lotus
Smoking rigor mortis
Passenger is gorgeous
Not enough to lose my focus
I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would fuck your chauffeur
I got guns under the sofas and I treat them just like trophies
I got powers like a morpheus
Turn your child into an orphan
Send a bomb into your office
Now you're swimming with the crawfish
That's New Orleans
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