Lyrics:
Come wit some problems, know K get it dealt
Third person K talking, he do by himself
Took like two bands, I spent that on a belt
If I knew any better,
How many you pop like it's 2 xans
How much you got like 10 bands
If your ready to get knocked let it hit man
Do the shit by myself oh shit man
You
them snowflakes falling down on your hair I swear
Girl I swear a lot, a lot too much
Yea we don't talk but we still keep touch
I don't judge a book by
gone get you
Stuntin like my daddy yea call me lil Wayne
Wit dis big AK ready to blow a nigga brains
Badass bitch I'll make her scream my name
I put it
[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
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
what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met
the fuck out my way lil baby that's yo best friend
Shawty wanna lick me but we not friends
Had her hoeing for the dough it ain't got ends
Said she chase bags
Sun ain’t ever setting shorty
Make me come alive
Verse 1
Pull up, drop top, im on ten
Wayne bump from the trunk I’m goin in
Lil mama got me spicy once
nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2
the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, Take Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain't no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
Trackmasters, the Pied Piper
[Lil' Fizz]
Excuse me what's ya name?
[Omarion]
B2k and Nick Cannon,
Trackmasters, the Pied Piper
[Lil' Fizz]
of cripsLike I bang that
Im waking up to zeros In my bank now
Verse 2:
More money less friends lil baby I’m too player
If it’s a John or a knock then I can
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2
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,
Free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? (I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury) mob
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
to heat up, you gon' need a fan or you must need a tan
This that Usain 100 meter man, I'm the leader man
This that champagne by the liter man, yellin' We
the blicks are sparking
How ironic in Splashtown, you need your sparklers
SupaGOAT step in the booth like I'm Clark Kent
Surrounded by Bruce Wayne's, afraid
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