Lyrics:
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
'Cause I'm out here causing crime, uh
I don't abide by your rhymes
Bitch, I'm with Lil Yachty
You know we looking for the thotties
Heard a nigga got
clips they gon' bust it at your lip
Hollow tips they gon' rip through your gang
I keep my squad with me, I keep my squad with me
I said, lil bitch
'mma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
Smooth to the ooze came Butter
Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater
At the speed of bop grew the hard rock
You can ask my dads
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
I was 3 years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She said "Excuse me lil homey, I know you don't know me
But, my name is Windy and I
I told
That bitch like Joe
Ya bitch
Lil bitch
Lil, lil bitch
Lil bitch!!
I need to stop fuckin' bitches for points
Drinkin' loochie
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
hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-I-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi
[Chorus]
So don't spend yo whole life
Livin' it for the white
You got a 9
ain't see my Auntie Marva
In a minute by the match ball
Got took from off the streets
For a lil minute, now I'm back now
And, I hear trouble calling
You
Politicians knocking at my door
Heads of nations rotten to the core
Tell me how are you gonna change the world
When you haven't got the love
I
Politicians knocking at my door
Heads of nations rotten to the core
Tell me how are you gonna change the world
When you haven't got the love
I
'mma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
Down with the Parmesan
Ready to bomb like Vietnam with arms
'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold
me what the motherfuckin' problem is
Yeah, I'ma tell you what a fuckin' dollars is
Point you what a motherfuckin' robbers is
I got a four up in a soda,
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
Ayy, bitch the demon back from the dead, I had to get up
Told lil baby suck it, get sloppy she do the hiccup
Lil baby said she nasty, then swallow
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