[Lil Wayne]
I got Young Money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this b**h
Tell my n***as throw them B's up
Doing what the f** I want
Hate me all the f** you want
Real n***as f** with me
And I don't give a f** who don't
Lock the CEO up
And I'm the CEO, f**
Prison in February
And I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up
n***a roll more blunts
Ball so hard
Man I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that sh** the stop bu*ton
Call me Doctor Carter
AKA "Young Wild n***a"
AKA "No Trial n***a"
AK click-clack, pow n***a
f**ing with the kid
And you'll be missing like Bilal, n***a
Yeah! Swagger stupid
Pack a Uzi
Hundred clips, n***a - that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as Kool-Aid
Creme brulee
I'm sharp as Blueray
I f** her today
Then she gotta skate - Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard - Bobby Bouche
I keep them tools on me
Get the screwface
Flowers for the dead
Here's a bouquet
L.V.'s n***a, on every suitcase
Y.M. n***a, it's a new day
We the champions, n***a hoo-ray
Yeah, hammer in the Louis duff
Take a n***a b**h, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f** about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F and the 'F' is for flame
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
sh** on the track, sh** on the train
Murder the beat, the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He k** anybody song
Versatile as f**, I switch it up
Like Dennis Rodman's dome
No h*mo, you rockin wrong
Rest in peace my Styrofoam
Now y'all wanna know what I be on
Get the f** off my dick, my co*k, my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No h*mo, no maricon
Smoking on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
f** her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby, but I'm in my
I-don't-wanna-be-bothered-zone
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head
Call that "two-faced"
b**h I'm too great
Take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Ain't no n***a like me
"What's up" to my gang
Big B's like a Breitling
Take a n***a b**h
She ride my dick like she cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump
Like white men
f** you n***as wanna do?
No Ceilings
Let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the 'F' is for "f** what you're goin' through"
Make your people mourn you
Hehe, OK let's do it