[Intro]
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration is you p**y a** n***as
I just realized y'all can't f** with me
And you never will, b**ha** n***as
Weezy F. Baby, believe that
Haha, yeah
[Verse]
I got them 24 inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumping, b**h I can't hear nothing
Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans
And in that Lamborghini I do donuts like Dunkin's
How come every bad b**h with a p**y wanna f** him
But I just feed 'em d** and just watch 'em f** each other
My neck was a hundred and my wrist was another
It make her p**y wet, I leave that b**h with a puddle
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle
Peyton Manning flow, I just go, no huddle
Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle
You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle
I'mma put some D's on that b**h
And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my sh**
Have you seen her? Who? Nina. She's on my hip
Yellow/white diamonds, call it cheese on them grits
You n***as ain't balling
Real talk, you n***as can't guard me
Two n***as can't guard me, you looking at Jordan
From the side, like Spike at the Garden
I got the hardest bars, call me the Warden
Yeah, excuse me, pardon
I break a b**h down like Tonya Harding
b**h, I'm Col', not dude off Martin
Pockets just fat, like the Klumps and Norbit
b**h, I'm fly, like a magic carpet
And b**h, I'm fresh, like a pack of Orbit
See, I'mma take it, and go bring it back to New Orleans
And b**h, I'mma shine in The Land of Darkness
And which I'mma grind, 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is
And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is
No I can't come down
And every time I send my girl out of town
I put some keys on that b**h
I'm a certified gangsta
Haters make me nauseous
The money make me anxious
Listen how my words are poetic like Langston
Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston
But I come from Hollygrove, 17, danger zone
So many C-notes I can sing a song
T-top coupe, looking like a thong
Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong
I don't wanna be right if getting high is wrong
My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong
Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan
Okay, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro -
Methazine fiend!
Make the homies say hoh
And make all the girlies scream
I am a vegetarian --
Man, I only eat beats
Wear a lot of carrots
And I smoke the best greens
No beef in my grocery bag
Just some Swishers
And a whole bunch of cans of whoop-a**
I'm strapped, like a bookbag
So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag
D.O.A
Ride all night
Sleep, no way
Sleep when I lay
Six feet deep
And until that day
I'mma be living like it is that day
Yeah, I keep holding on
I said, b**h I been hot, b**h the stove been on
If you don't like it, I roll over and roll alone
f** you and the horse that you rode in on
Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on
Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on
If they ain't tell you I'm the sh** then they told you wrong
b**h, I'm bubbling like soda foam
In a styrofoam
Cup
You know what's in my styrofoam
What?
S-Y-R-up
That's my car, yup
Vrooommmmm! Urghhhh!
I'm gone