(Intro:)
F**k You (repeat through intro)
Waz sup Waz happenin
This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge
Howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo a** outta jail)
Now look at the bad b**hes n***a
F**k them industry n***as
n***as made it hard on me
But ima keep it in the streets
Long as i got my cds n***a im straight
Ya heard me n***a
Lets go this real n***a sh** haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..
(Weebie:)
Damn n***a how you do it like that
Make the gangsta a** n***as bump to music like that
Make them b**h fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown man
b**h pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best
Cruise and lay back
With some trill n***as
That I knew just way back
Still young
I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrappin'
And can't wait to push a n***a face back
Number one on 1-oh-6
Still around the racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix
Where I ain't safe at
I'm on some foolishness sh**
With these rugers and sh**
I'm on some run in your house b**h
You move and get hit
I can't take out my grill
Cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage sh** trille
And from my heart man I feel
(Chorus:)
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
(Pimp C:)
I did your b**h outta pocket
Put some dick in her a**
I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on gla**
I'm a young pimp n***a
With a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone
Like my name Mick Jagger
p**y n***as can't f**k with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' s**ed in every city
Make a whole lot of cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't sh**
Some real trille n***as for life up in this b**h
I never go to war without that motherf**kin' gun
Down south b**h we like DMC and run
Like chuck D say b**h my oozie weigh a ton
I might be on parole but b**h I'll knock out ya lungs
I come from the city where they sell c**aine
Ya get caught sniffin
n***as knock out ya brain
Leave a lump in ya lap
Your tongue in your dash so I bust 17
And I smashed the gas
(Chorus:)
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
(Lil Boosie:)
F**k you n***a
My bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel
Been like that since I was little
From the hood
Where the k**as keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor bang a n***a
Southside gangsta n***a
F**k everything you goin' through
Badazz'll punish you
Show no love
Love will get you k**ed
So here we come for you
Gats a gat a stack's a stack
My click they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam
In the hotel suite
Old lady gone crazy
Caught me rollin up 3
Beat that p**y out her drawers
And I put her to sleep
You bullsh**tin' with me
Boy my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya a**
(Chorus:)
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
n***a
F**k you
Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a
F**k you
And you better not say sh** n***a
F**k you
Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a
F**k you
You ain't got none of that sh** n***a
(Outro:)
F**k all yall n***as
If you ain't rollin' with us
F**k you n***a
n***a makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on a motherf**kin' shirt
n***a
Face the sh** n***a
If your a** washed up you washed up
It's a new era n***a
For this gangsta sh**
And we don't play no games
Yall n***as be rappin' bout that sh**
But we put that tool on yo b**h a** n***a
Go sh** yo a** down n***a
Garbage a** n***a
Bfi a** n***a
n***a we got in this sh** straight off you know
Real sh**
We got in these streets our damn self
n***a makin these
We goin' let that sh** go
But you know what
F-U-C-K- You muthaf**ka n***a f**k