Lyrics:
without being morbid
Rappin circles round ya'll. Orbit
Diss me all day I don't listen to your shit
I had too much to say so fuck a chorus
A penny made more
Bruce like Wayne, meets Bruce like Lee
Meets '02 Lil Wayne, in a new white tee
Meets KD, ain't no nigga that can shoot like me! BLAOW
Nigga why you
[Lil Wayne]
Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the do`
Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the back
Squad up, squad up, fuck y'all
[Lil
my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo!
(Migo)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a
Boy will
down there
Caught a opp that boy grave six feet under
I ain't going for shit
Put that shit on my mother
Upping that check, get you gone for a dollar
I'ma
a muthatfuck
[Lil' Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted,
(biatch)
Then let Wayne Head take the bitch (biatch)
It’s Gudda Gudda yea
All I know is… raw Dizzy:
Is got my hustle on, get my grind on
And keep that iron
deny ya, I'm a real slidah you don't wanna fuck with me
Have them folks looking out for me, take it straight to trial fuck a plea
And I won't deny ya
deny ya, I'm a real slidah you don't wanna fuck with me
Have them folks looking out for me, take it straight to trial fuck a plea
And I won't deny ya
want to be with a nigga when your money come right (for real?)
When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed the broad and he
your money come right (For real?)
When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So
on the mic I could give you some pointers
Aye look I rap tight my flow, is type dope I know
I ain't gotta say shit for ya to be like oh that shit cold (for
turn into your enemies
Chorus:
(Juvenile)Load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
Load it up slide it in yall die.
(Lil Wayne) Load it up slide
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
Welcome to the Show
Where you forget about all ya favorite rappers flows
Even though I’m pretty sure you already know
That I am the shit
When you
the way I spit my dialect
I be the brain cell buster
Old school style kicking hustler
That'll rush ya like a wrestler
Elliot Ness ya
Bow to my
ya, replacing ya, ya oh
Man look, ay look
She a real ass chick
A down ass chick
She got money, she ain't tryin' get rich quick
She ain't
, BOW)
For real boy you think I'm cappin
This shit is real uh
I told that boy just to chill but that boy
Got blicked down so that boy got no chill
Tryna
(This that NiPolar shit)
Niggas changing it get difficult its apart of the game (Uh, huh)
Boy you crazy if you thought ya niggas was gon' stay
shit about us to all our people, oh yeah, we know
Asked to hear some real shit then took it to impostors
You ain't tryna pay producers, know that
real forever treal nigga
Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga
Gotta get my shine on
I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta
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