Banned From Tv

Ayo, it’s Weezy muthafuckin', easy with the hating Bitch, I’m in the building; you just decorating I’m just detonating, then I get blatant More dangerous than Internet dating Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off I put your sister on, I knock your bro off Weezy just spit snowballs: catch it in your face, bitch Good game, Wayne; mane, I deserve a Naismith Cook caine game flow: dope-in-the-vein flow I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat Deepwater Carter, fishing for a dollar You can join the salad I’m splitting your tomata Ball cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock the mic, she say there's nothing like performing Man I'm in love with her grill: George Foreman Forewarning: Young Money’s on, and we can shoot it out I got the money drawn; yeah, take that to the bank with ya I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession, but Wayne different And I’m a Maybach rider, haven’t drove it one time I got a cool black driver, can't walk around with guns I got a dude that got 'em; don’t worry if I'm shootin As long as you get shot; I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled I'm a beast, I'm a big bull I got my money right, I got my clip full Haha, it’s like 7 in the morning', nigga I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga Stop the track, let me relish in the moment, nigga Now bring that motherfucker back, cause I’m zoning, nigga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the bitches were a habit, I bet we have them all And man, I'm so high it's like an ever-lasting fall And I’m charging these hoes like women's basketball I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite Super hero car like I crime fight I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice T-Streets still roll with me Still sticking to the script like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hitmen He stopped running, the bullet holes didn’t Basically, I’m still a monster Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera Y'all too plain: I'm a helicopter My words keep going like a teleprompter I’m a asshole: wipe me down, bitch I get big checks: Nike Town, bitch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit And the flag red like clown lips, T., I can't stop goin' in Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it No Ceilings, goddammit, now the fuckin sky’s showin'