Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi
Yeah, 2 Chainz
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick
still in the street
Like Wayne hot on the block
Four shootouts less than a week
Dee steady sliding and sliding
But he ain't swiping no cards
Niggas slid
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
cookies in the Kith store
Don't give a fuck if nigga 5'2 or 6'4
I get ticked off, two-piece him and wire his jaw
A nigga violate he gotta die, it's law
Twenty-one, live, a savage
But she got a little bit too much
Too much of that baggage
See what I'm going through, won't claim that baddie
And I ain't
the booth
She said I'm alone, I need you today
I want you to bone, its been too long
“Its been like 2 days”
Leaving lil shorty in awe
I got the juice like
the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil
sure I drip on the floor
From SA to London,and soon I'll be rocking Dior
(what you tell em x2)
Christian dior(x4)
[Chorus:Lil Chiko]
Bombaclat ting
the veins clogged, been screwing my whole life time to hang rock
At home where I write my shit, my days are counted so I gotta life to live
I do right by
a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my
to get two mill' a month
I know Dre happy that she signed that prenup
Dre my nigga, his business all in the street (all in the street)
How much of that
[Mr. Ivan]
Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do mane
Say what'cha gotta say Wayne
[Lil' Wayne
got the game all in on lock
He talking 'bout bird, we get that by the flock
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot
I got way too much love right there
believe fifty shots gone set it off
Me, Wayne, Juve, and Turk coming show you through
Four niggas with fifty shots that's two hundred at you
They burn
the game
Taking drugs for the pain
Or taking one to the brain it's all the same
We all want money like Lil' Wayne
How many of us really ever Make It Reign
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
y'all was up lil nigga check the score
Don't give a fuck about the peace lil nigga my team be on go
This ain't no regular shit (huh)
Don't want a regular
bitch with a tan like
Sucking me up by the lake
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate lil nigga say I
I can't relate lil nigga no i
I can't relate
[Repeat x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one
and a pretty shape
Tryna be a star and I'ma give you space
Wait, 1, girl, let's start
This shit, 2, girl, yo' heart just skipped
3, girl, and you will see, 4
How
hand shake
Me, Wood n Night walk'n down Hathaway
Sir Menace went down 4 dat lil blaze
Mobb Boss showed me how 2 swang n bang
Niggaz still don't like
(Lil' Wayne)
Wuz Up
This the life nigga
Check
Verse 1:
I got ten round my neck
Twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah
Million dollar
the team
On my grind like Lil Wayne
Without the lean
Told y’all amma blow but only clean
I Can’t lie
I don’t date regulars only queens
You scrapping over
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