Lyrics:
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
chris
Trapstar you can tell by my wrist
Glock 40 i ain’t using my fist
Lil bitch name sierra i ain’t talking mist
Fuck a uber i need me a lyft
My brothers
and gettin' bit by all them ticks
Ran it up by hustlin' and selling all my kicks
Remember days when we was fucking hoes and stealing all they shit
Thuggin
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers,
tonight
[Chink Santana]
I'm from the city where the good die young and
Niggaz strugglin, drugs smuglin, youngins and keep the slugs cuplin
Hustlin
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
Out the mud, makin' runs in a lil' hotel
My dawg, one of my favorite ones, he don't wish me well
Let someone else flip the coin, heads or tails
Would
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
convert shit to break bread
Fuck music shit, I'm translatin to make speech
Beauty of the beast for Lil Wayne is the new Beast
I put my Na8 Horns on, I'm
so he can break in my house and
I'ma bake a cake for him, make him think I'm outta town
I know he here hustlin' I'm on my monkey talkin' loud
a shot for all my fallen souls, I'll never let you go
R.I.P. to Anta Wayne and Benji Hunna lil, hoe
See the price and you gon' pay it, and respect that
nothing less G but it's time to see more commas better yet a mili ain't lil Wayne we locked in lights out untamed
Verse2: It cin't No looking nigga cin't
Make him think I'm outta town
I know he here hustlin' I'm
On my monkey talkin' loud
Tellin' my round I'll be there
Pick me up from the 'port
On my way ta
being like Lil Wayne
I'm hot as fire but I know I don't do arson
And if I'm Matt Damon then we'll make a movie like The Martian
This white boy's goin' in
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah
Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he
of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
What y'all don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt
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