[Verse 1] Young Money till the young boy dyin' out You hear me cryin' out You see me ridin’ out And if your man get to stuntin’ We’ll buy 'em out Cause we be livin’ what these other rappers lyin' bout Drizzy Drake, what Funk Flex, uhh Hot 9-7, I’m so far gone
Feelin' good, feelin' great, how you though? Bet you hear my name every single place that you go Sippin’ on pink shit, but nah it ain't Nuvo Slow the F down 'fore yo ass is on Pluto Tell me what it do I belong to the youngest Grammy nominated crew My city love me, but I got Toronto haters too That sit around and talk about What they’d have done if they was you But know I ball without a sphere in sight Club owners give me reasons to appear at night And just know thatIbe in the mirror like Are you listenin’? I hope you hearin' right I’m in the Aston doin' doughnuts I will kill the game and never send it my condolence Taught to never love a chick and only love the moments New York City, I can tell the people want it Uhh, what you got for me flex, uh
[Verse 2] Vacuum interiors and shined wheels What's ya life like? This how mine feels I like my seat back, I like my wine chill I look good, smell better, and I rhyme ill I say I’m at these girls neck and head You and your girl sleep in separate beds I killed this, tell Flex it's dead You got birthday cake, mines weddin' tall Y'all lemon small, y'all never ball I get the girl of your dreams and I never call NY, I got it, I'm bout whatever y'all Yeah, 40 hears my interviews, tone it down I’m at your girls condo gettin' shown around Yeah, why you takin' everything personal? This that in-ya-face, all-offensive-on-purpose flow My city, never F’n need me Yeah, oh wait no they really need me Oh wait, hold up, Young F’n Weezy Holla at me when you done F’n WeezyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
