Lyrics:
sendin' the blitz
He want 'em dead? he gone by six
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
Straight up out of that
cash in by the four, I'm talkin' overload
I fucked your girl like it's crunch time and I never told her so (crazy, huh?)
Told my shorty to stay in her
ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne
Come on!
It ain't a game, nigga, I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if
Fuck is you talkin bout
Woah
Fucked on yo bitch and I didn't even know it
Ball like J.W. back at Genoa
Hate when lil' niggas be actin so nosy
I feel like
the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Coupe like a creature, new shoes on the feet (yeah)
Boy, watch your tone when you talkin' to me (talkin' to me)
Lotta Daytona, that Miami heat (skrrt)
Kan'
He all the same
Flow like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter
And I'm signed to the Carter faculty
'Cause the Roc is in back of me
Actually, that look like
say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch
rituals religion
And I'm like bitch you know I'm sipping till I die
My name is
Lil Wayne bitch
Weezy F Baby
Her name went
From whatever it was
To Lil Wayne
We ain't fuckin', shawty, if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne
comin' with that royal shit so watch what you say, bitch
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout
I don't really care what you talkin' 'bout
I don't give a fuck lil
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
bitch tryna set me up
Kill her and her friend
Lil stupid muthafucka got set up by his mans
Like lil Wayne said
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for
to pounce and hunt I'm tired of playing hero
I'm serious, niggas talkin' bout poppin' trunks until bodies dropping blood
I never would copy I visioned
Yeah
2 Chainz, 2Tymes
Two sticks, two nines
This beat ProdByRTB (yeah, Toni)
I'm from the A, my lingo set
You drink lean 'cause the internet
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
That's what I call friends with benefits (benefits)
Bad lil' bitch in my lap
She see the Birk (Birk), she get a kick (kick)
Company car with
Focused ona cash route
Ghetto bitch with her loud mouth
I'm just tryna see what her bag bout
Say da hood talkin bout they need me put em on my back nigga
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
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