Gudda Gudda - Xannies & Coedine lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Gudda, get me that xanax Hurricane Game, Lex Luger [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Weezy up in this b**h, y'all n***as can't breathe Finna put a stamp on your b**h, bring in the stampede Y'all just f** n***as, only real n***as f** with me Here to paint the town red, hello it's the martian Your now in tune wtth Tuncehi, it's Weezy F Carter One shot from the Glock turn a bum n***a to a martyr Blood gang b**h, all my n***as Spartans They pissed off like bladders Weezy F for Fireman, she all up on my ladder Pop that p**y, mama come up to daddy My guns talk, b**h I'm speechless She s**ing dick all night, y'all n***as a bunch of f**in' leeches Cash rules everything around me, y'all n***as cream and peaches Tired of the bullsh**, all I hear is screeches My b**h say she miss me, that's a misdemeanor These n***as fed up, p**y all I'm eatin' [Hook: Game] Came through in that Phatom, n***as swear I was Styles P Y'all a bunch of f** n***as, told y'all not to f** with me 50 bands in my pocket, next stop K.O.D [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Rich Gang up in here, all I rep Young Munna Gudda Gudda, straight up out that gutta Real n***as talking, I tell that b**h shut up We ain't Hollywood, we Hollygrove Catch me down in Cali, all my n***as got Calicos High roller n***as, that' how we roll