Sound like my mic is right
Ugh
I am not a human
Shout to all my moon men
Yeah they call me Tune
Got them b**hes tuned in
It's a crazy world so I stay in mine
And n***as don't cross the line
n***as stay in line
Like welfare I', St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, n***a hell yeah
Roc-a-bye baby, homicide baby
That's more tear drops, call me cry baby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my 9
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
I'm a young god, swagga un-flawed
b**h I'm in the building, you in the front yard
Life's a b**h, naw, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can f** the world and make it cum hard
Yeah you boys is washed up
And I'm sh**tin' on 'em, like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby a.k.a. bring the money home
Pull out a A.K. and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now die later motherf**er
You's a b**h like Zeta Phi Beta motherf**er
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
Man I'm so tired of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man I ball hard, even with five fouls
Yeah we in this b**h, like tampons
Dump ya in the woods, now get ya camp on
Choke hold around this sh** 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as f** and Polo sheets is what I lands on
Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"
Yeah, what y'all wanna do I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band call that sh** that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
p**y a** n***a, I don't want your gonorrhea
I am,
Spendin' much more than I'm makin'
On these cars and these vacations
Is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini,
I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield full of tickets
'cause I live right by the station
I am,
Try'na figure out why you so mad at me
Yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread
With the tattoos on his head
And a flag the color red
Like a f**in' low battery, (okay)
n***a peep the sh** I'm wylin' on
I be with your baby momma
You be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that sh** a calzone (okay)
I will break yo' f**in' collar bone
Us against the world,
Better pick which f**in' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to k** 'em, "C" four Mr. Carter's home
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some a**hole n***as, call us diarrhea
The money keep growin', yep
It's growin' like a Chia
Yeah, I call it how I see it
Y'all some p**y a** n***as we should call ya gonorrhea
Uh, you keep talkin' that sh** I'ma see ya
k** ya senorita and and f** ya mama mia