Pull Up Lil Wayne (Ft. Euro)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
That's how I raised 'em, Lord
Them niggas crazy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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

[Verse 2: Euro]
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

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
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