Lil Wayne - Big Bad Wolf lyrics

[Intro] Mmm Yeah [Verse] Keep that s--t on Twitter Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter Keep that s--t in your s-----r Or eat that s--t, don't spit up “Rrr!” Keep my bad b---h, did her Keep my man b---h, put up Watching me do push-ups Just playing with herself and I look up “D--n!” Your thot need to get her look up You plotting on me, my foot up Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion That ain't sauce, that's pudding Tunechi 'cause her bosom “D--n!” Shooting up the jurors “D--n!” Don't name my pistol I name the trigger, Benjamin bu*ton, push 'em “Bam!” Y'all just p---y, get buried together and let 'em play footsie Y'all just wussy I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie Better play hooky I got some hookers hooking up with some politicans And some elites and some college n----s So your missus on all kind of missions I'm the sickest n---a skipping doctors visits But my pockets, pistons smoking hockey stick Put a stocking on my face and hit a lick ing When s--t get ugly, I go pretty Ricky I don't f--k with rats, neither Minnie Micky I don't f--k with cops, that's the piggly wiggly F--k my b---h's friends, and they friendly-friendly While your b---h giving me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's Went to Denny's like she tired of Macy's JC Penny's, I got b-----s getting tired of spinning, spin it If we winning, win it I got Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt it So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It's the blood gang, it's the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencing Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen Restaurant and cafeterias Don't make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeers Now you pull up looking like you cracking mirrors Now the artificial become sacrificial That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest c------s and baddest nipples? Where the a-s that jiggle, where to grab a tickle? Where the throat deep enough to land a missile? If ya n---a miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles ‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Need to help her friends through, I think that's official Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than a census And I'm magnificent so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you “Rrr!” Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians These n----s clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no power familiar When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya life for million behind the millions Rhyme or reason I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see 'em With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em Hallelujah, power intruders B---h walk around my house like Hooters Towel user, power user Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan N----s talking out their bowel movers Turning homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your b---h a widow and your mom a cougar I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if don't die, I'll boo ya Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and running wires through you He could die next to ya “Rrr!” I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot her We pull out the movie, win awards She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar boo'd her N----s prostituting, these rappers ain't talking 'bout s--t Not even 'bout pollution Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices Monster too slow, my (?), macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow “Rrr!” I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the kupo and I know that you know I'm hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl I'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop though Got all these n----s on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pocket is sumo Getting the mulah, buy them a new tow Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno Real boss n---a, s--t, might have a Hugo F--k with me, I go loud and paloozo Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though “Pah, pah, pah” Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo Hitting some new notes And I am the maestro and you just a typo Private flight, don't fly in too low I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole Prom with the college and one with the juco I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? “Rrr!”