I Mr. Thanksgiving
Its for the money this time
Howdy do motherf**ers its Weezy Baby,
n***as b**hin' and I gotta toke the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the f**in' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them b**hes hummin',
Don't let that bird sh**, he got a weak stomach.
n***as know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,