Lyrics:
really soft
I ain't with that lil boy shit
Talk big money, when ya small change
I ain't wit that lil boy shit
Lil boy shit no question
I ain't even ask
racks then we heard what he said
Huh, 12 on the block wit my niggas we fled, lil bitch in the coupè and she giving me head
Yeah the top, you heard what I
cocaine
Fifty niggas always riding wit Lil Wayne
My rees string up bo's fall halfway
I'm jumpin' out a tree with a camouflage AK
I spots my target
(You know I stay charged up) ha, ha
(Double A in the 'Yo with me right now)
Free Lil Top, nigga (yeah)
Nigga, free Lil Top out (ayo, Drum bring
in the air again
And I got the tool up in the Caravan
And I set the stu' up in the Caravan
How I'm 'posed act when a lil' nigga found money?
I lost
(Here baby hold this )
Just know U riding wit a G
Yo Nigga ain’t nothing like me
Smooth talking Nigga like Unc
I like bad bitches and smoking on Runtz
'bout, nigga nothing
You feel me, we forever gon' get this money nigga
Always fuckin' wit his gun up nigga
Young nigga, I knock ya muthafuckin' hairline
ridin wit a lil pump
He need his pockets bruised up
Not no lil lump
I ride to Herbo as i'm rollin up a few blunts
I only fuck wit real niggas not lil who
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing
And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die
the dash on the freeway
Spin the whole block no dj
Niggas on the east yellin e-way
Hand my lil bro the pack no relay
Money coming in like 3 ways
Wanna go cop
Chillin at the party and you know we got it poppin
She said she ain't wanna fuck well lil bitch I got options
Aw shit, pussy nigga tryna start some
good
You know how we living them other niggas better know
You get a lil money and you just forget the code
Real niggas never fold
I see all yall
I am the big homie, the Lil' Wayne Carter
They tryna throw the book at blood, but I'm the author
I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch
Killa, Dipset
Lil' Weezy, Cash Money
Yo ma, let me holla
Let's do it, uh
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right,
Killa, Dipset
Lil' Weezy, Cash Money
Yo ma, let me holla
Let's do it, uh
Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block)
That's right,
for the fuckin' rats
There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home
Niggas don't mean what they say
Put some fuckin respect on my name nigga
I lost my mind no ceilings I'm feeling like SQ Wayne nigga
Money train passed all the hating niggas I'm just
on delivery, so hand me my check
Nigga, I don't talk much, but when I do, bitch, pay me
Big money heavyweight, you can ask Baby
Birdman schooled me, Wayne
wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin
of course he lyin'
Over three hundred thousand Americans done died
Lil Wayne and Lil Pump jumped on Trump dick
Now look, now they look stupid for doin'
my bitch tote it most of you niggas ain't down to shoot a nigga
Say she bougie wit it she like bae how you want me to do them niggas
I like groupie
you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
it ain't a 4
I ain't gon sip it
Oh My bad I ain't gon worry bout yo cup
I guess you lil Wayne
Niggas sad And shootin niggas wit 380s
Givin lil pain
Check out this
Check out wrist
Check all the bull shit
Right at the door lil bitch
Money and goals lil bitch
Hands on them toes lil bitch
Ankles
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