[Wayne talkin]
(f** dat)..got T in dis b**h wit me (yea)
5th hit da weed (you got all dat sh** yea)
I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in dis b**h tell my n***as throw dem b's up
Doin wat the f** I want hate me all the f** you want
Real n***as f** wit me and I dont give a f** who dont
Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO f**!
Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush
Drink till I throw up n***a roll mo blunts
Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once
Hit him wit da shotgun call dat sh** da stop bu*ton
Call me doctor car-ter a.k.a young wild n***a
A.k.a. no trial n***a AK click clack bow n***a
f**in wit da kid and u'll b missin like balow n***a
Yeaaaa swagga stoopid pack a uzi
100 clips n***a dats a movie aim at yo toupe
U sweet as kool-aid creme' brulay
I'm sharp as blue ray I f** her today
Then she gotta skate young lupe
I hit the beat hard bobby bouche
I keep them tools on me get da screw face
Flowers for da dead here's a bouquet
LV's n***a on every suitcase
YM n***a it's a new day
We da champions n***a hoo-ray
Hammer in the louie duff
Take a n***a b**h she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullets come too fast to adjust
I dont give a f** about my roof dat much
So I put it in the trunk and den da coupe sped up
Take da choppa out da trunk and just shoot dat up
Im weezy f and da f is for flame
Eat dese rappers chef of da game
sh** on da track sh** on da train
Murder da beat da beat was slain
Rest in peace dats a shame he k** anybody song
Versatile as f** I switch it up like dennis rodman dome
No h*mo you rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now dey wan kno wat I be on
Get da f** off my dick my co*k my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And dey got my back pause no h*mo no maricon
Smokin on dat private grown it put me were I belong
All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone
f** her for a hour long let her take a shower gon
Sorry baby but I'm in my I don't wan b by da zone
Yeaaa hah ur a groupie get on yo duty
Two women give me head call dat two face
b**h I'm too great take ya food tray I was born on doomsday
Uh a-aint no n***a like me
Wats up to my gang big b's like a brightland
Take a n***a b**h she ride my dick like she cyclin
Then she can't walk run or jump like white men
F-f** you n***as wan do
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you
Weezy f da f is for f** what you goin thru
Make ya people mourn you haha okay lets do it