[** feat. Gudda Gudda:]
[** Bonus Track:]
[Gudda Gudda:]
Ok Im sippin on the syrup*
Got a n-gga moving slow
Iâm all about the money
What the f-ck you think I do it for
B-tch donât act like you donât know
Iâm killing all these rap n-ggas
Custom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funerals
Keep the women with me
Sh-t I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the f-cking Superbowl
Chillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When Iâm walking by the women say Who
is
that
n-gga?
I replied Hi,
I
am
Great
Great
that
n-gga
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24â²s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf-ckinâ duck, Daffy Dill
Iâm from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
Iâm hot n-gga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say Iâm King but the game will never crown me
Realist n-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckinâ downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
Itâs Young Money Bitch
At the top is where they found us
[Lil Wayne:]
Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley donât shoot emâ
Silence on the gun
Watch a n-gga mute emâ
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n-ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ainât playinâ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B-tch Iâm still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
Iâm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, itâs all yâall fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ainât worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wadeâs house
Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckinâ day
I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Yâall n-ggas ainât eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
I used to be ballinâ, But now Iâm Bill Gateân
F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
Iâm on the road to riches, thereâs just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh
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- Grateful (Single)
- Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (Mixtape)
- Free Weezy Album
- Tha Carter V Believe Me
- Krazy (Single)
- Believe Me (Single)
- Tha Carter V
- Love Me (Single)
- I Am Not A Human Being II
- Dedication 5 (Mixtape)
- Astronaut
- My Homies Still (Single)
- Dedication 4
- No Worries (Single)
- Non-Album Releases
- Tha Carter IV
- How To Love (Single)
- Been Here (Mixtape)