Lyrics:
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
x 2
(Lil Wayne)
I have you burning up 'cause I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
'cause
of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got
of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got
moving like a drive-by i just tell the truth so im
cool in their hood spot 21 years and i aint never met a good cop me and
wayne lean like kareem doing
See, sometimes in life
These motherfuckers take your kindness for weakness (Sonny Digital)
So sometimes in life
You just gotta blow their
See, sometimes in life
These motherfuckers take your kindness for weakness (Sonny Digital)
So sometimes in life
You just gotta blow their
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne
Selling kicks, no kickstand
In the hood with the weedman!
I'm selling tree to the weedman!
Trappin' so hard I done broke my hand
Come in with the runner
You
Lil Wayne
Need a bad bitch
It won't go like Megan and Tory Lanez
Uh waitin for a Joyner Lucas try to make a diss and shit
I'm wit the shit
As long
my mind frame
Since I got money now it come with a lil' fame
Remix the yellow with Karo, them jugg games
That boy got hit, he a hood name
I'm rich but
them, them niggas fugazy
Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills
We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh
He said he loves his hood
Hood love
She
She Hold it down
Until we come up
Huh
That good love a be that hood love
Huh
That good love a be that hard love
That together forever I'm
YMCMB
I'm so twisted
Mack
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
Mayne I'm fly as a plane
Me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing
Cause the chain can explain
First
the 44 cocked
Lil one ??? even no pops
So lil one dont give em no props
Lil one make em timber
Lil one got a bad temper
Lil one killed that boy in November
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand
and Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound
of this world though
I'm so SciFi
And I don't sit still, I keep it moving like a drive-by
I just tell the truth and so I'm cool in every hood spot
Twenty
livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk
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