Lyrics:
bling
I'm a hot boy just like Lil Wayne
Cash money records, man, I need me a chain
Gettin' money like Slim and Birdman
I'm the best thing comin' up in
ya
Freestyle I ain't rippin the written
Scottie pipen how i shoot I ain't missin
Lil nigga i put you in detention
My drake finna spit so you gon get
bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all
bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all
ask dat shit
Dumb nigga got lined by a bitch he thought
He was fuckn till we got em
Hit don't slip or it's clicked we gon
Make sure he die on dat strip
[Lil' Wayne]
What
This.. this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga
Too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look
This one
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
grown yet
You still a lil kid
Now sit down
Before you get hit
You ain't grown yet
You still a lil kid
Now sit down
Before you get hit
Please don't grow up
just want you here right by my side
Don't want you to leave lil' mama
I thought we would be in this thing for life
Guess that's how that be lil' mama
This is not a chain don't make me feel enslaved it's just connected
With the pain that Lil Wayne and trap stars felt in they life
If I ain't NBA then
a Tech9nine Skeme
Westside Gunna Butchered by Benny Freddie
Was a runna with Kung Fu Kenny
Organized Konfusion of a Freestyle Fellowship
Jedi Mind Tricks
chair, and I give no care
Awe yeah, I'm aware
This freestyle here might get ya scared
Speed right by, make you check my ride
Say you not home, but I bet
And I'm suppose to bag up shit
Left by bitches, so let the carnage start
People tweeting me telling me that
I gotta go see what Dax said
So like you I had
many wrongs in this place
Caused my mind’s changed
The things were better before
I ain’t sure that they matter anymore
Cause my mind’s changed my mind’s
lot of sh-
Poppin' that thing that she be on the (ha)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist (yeah)
Ho, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
gone understand by the sixth round
Had to give you game for the free free
So the same things don't repeat
But you aint getting off squeaky
Have the whole
This Real Lifer shit baby girl, you know this G-Style
Come hop up in my coupe, let's take a ride while I freestyle
I does this
Stayed by my side and I
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
some Armor All
That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on
Euro's the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms
Wayne Chong chinky eyes like
felt that I lucked up
Gave her my last name, Trina moved on
She fucking with Lil Wayne now it's OK
I ain't crying about my hand-me downs
I'ma sit back,
then I’m done with this rhyme
Last thing I gotta say is kill them
This is a freestyle, how can you tell?
‘cause I’m sounding like a girl
That’s tryna
the Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
I'm confused tryin' to figure out how to do
pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'ma crush that ass
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