Lyrics:
getting twisted off the indo
Baby, Lil Wayne, B.G., and me committing sins though
Better beware because we bout to spend a bend though
Don't get caught
Cube]
Mothafuck that nigga! [4X]
Mothafuck that bitch! [4X]
[Lil Jon]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggaz!
My Niggaz!
Be some
smoked get toked
Chillin in the sky yeah I float
Killin' all the tracks like lil boat
Showin' up to parties in a fur coat
These the bars that I wrote
)
A little shorty gettin and try to have ya hurtin and thumpin
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your
bout my cup like I'm Lil Wayne
Lil Shu had two sticks just like Max Payne
Know where I'm going, I stay in my lane
Here comes the money, McMahon, Shane
pop off we go ape like its Bape
I'm feeling good, lil bitch I'm feeling great
Just some dedication, shit's all it take
You know this summer be 'bout
[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
[Petey Pablo]
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
a billionaire in the makin', I promise I'ma get one
Lil' bitch tryna chase me, had to stiff-arm her
Only had a couple dollars, I was still gettin' fresh
I
then pop it
I'm launching off like a muhfuckin rocket damn
Huh me and my niggas we up uh huh
Extended clip make him run uh huh
I feel like Lil Uzi I do
Yessir, this shit right here's called can't stop, won't stop
Good morning, New York (featuring that boy Lil Wayne)
Good afternoon, New Orleans
Yessir, this shit right here’s
Called can’t stop, won’t stop
Good morning, New York
(Featuring that boy Lil Wayne)
Good afternoon, New Orleans
(Young
to do
Left that nigga leakin like lil Wayne after the Carter 2
Blood on my Chicago 2s
Fadiin niggas after school on Lobit Street
Put that on my brother
gettin' bank
Gettin' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin no money
I set trends in
Walk straight, but don't walk late
'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made, from what it made me
'Cause nobody ever played me
Now it's, only gettin
of money
A cigarillo full of dro
Gas tank full
Now lil' mamma wanna roll
(So what you tell 'em)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh
slit by my cross bow
I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu
You want to hoo-ride, do you know what you're gettin' into?
I don't think so I
on Tris, that ain't the same thing, bitch (What?)
And she pussylicious (Phew), I'm on my Wayne Dang shit (Bitch)
Yeah, roll on my own, I don't even gangbang,
And I hope you taking notes I'm the wrong one to play with
My hair is so faded know no one related
I'm one of a kind kind of like Lil Wayne is
I live with
running, my water keep on gettin thicker, still muddy
A broke certified wigga, lil money, in kingergarden with my dick in a cubby
I ripped so many
got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was
got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was
(Coco)
I don't know too many niggas work hard as me
Know some haters talkin' hot
Still follow me
I think I'm Lil' Wayne back on
Tha Carter I I I
She
no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by
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