Lyrics:
hollerin' Usher and that Lil Jon shit
They holler NORE, I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holler Mannie, Baby, Wayne and Geezy
Don't nobody holler
Ha
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the-
Stick to the G-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
Ayy,
I'm known to do
While they got it twisted like Lil Wayne's blondie dreds up on his head
Ain't no combing through
And like most of the locks that he had
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M
Take him on a mission and I bet he gon' choke (choke)
She ate a lil' molly than I let her drive the boat (ha)
AR up under the Balenciaga coat (yeah)
I
on a nigga, block my homies, get to Bussin
Bussin', bussin', I'm sippin' Robitussin
Yeah, I fuck with lil bro, but he is not my cousin
Cousin, cousin, I fuck
we jumpin' from outta Teslas (uh, uh, uh, uh-uh)
Put him on FOX for all that reppin', that pussy nigga gon' catch it
Extension stock, G23 by my Jesus
Shit we got to be there by the morning
Aye you got the bags
Oh yeah for sure
Load up
Oh you ready to take off
About to be a long night (GO)
I'm
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
by the look got these niggas shook
I'm a vet and you steady rook
Posted on the scene, sippin' lean
That promethazine sippin' on codeine
Play with Jesus
of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin' the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down
that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy 'cause I hit her with that D (D)
I don't care what you heard 'bout me, lil' bitch, this talk ain't cheap
Soon
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
lil' Mama
He ain't gotta know about nothing we do
I'm saying
He ain't gotta know about the G5 trips
He ain't gotta know about the splurge
lil' Mama
He ain't gotta know about nothing we do
I'm saying
He ain't gotta know about the G5 trips
He ain't gotta know about the splurge
nigga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck
[Lil Wayne
fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I'm mates With Eminem.
(Yeah,
up G5
(Yup) , DJ sayin' my name (yeah)
Eight thousand for the booth at LIV
This bitch right next to Wayne's (Real talk)
We came out here to ball
These
own fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I’m mates With Eminem.
G, a bitch play he gon' go with you (let's go)
You know your lil' brother gon' blow that (woo)
That's my gangster bitch, she from the westside (the
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
You try to run up on Lil Wayne
I let you hold the slug
The can opener, will make your
Makin' them bands on repeat, she wanna fuck with a G, G
Grabin my GG, pull out that strap, no BB
Pull out that strap, no Lesbo
They call me Percules,
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
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