[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Man all these pussy niggas drive me crazy Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated All you haters hold hands and jump off a building I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia Backpack full of artillery One me, no equivalent These niggas acting like lil’ bitches I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it Take her clothes off, step back and exhibit it Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket The end of the road is in walking distance Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin’ In yo’ face like a airbag in a car collision My weed man so consistent I’m stayin’ rich, tryin’ not to make poor decisions Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system Nigga if you clumsy you gon’ slip and fall a victim to me Ya bitch just sent some naked pictures to me Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in the bed I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet Uh, skatin’ on ‘em like I’m Lil Wayne And the weed so strong, I can feel veins Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed The drugs got me so numb, I can’t feel ashamed And my girl at home with the mood swings Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change Hungry niggas going at yo’ neck for that food chain Pop some pills that make me sleepy Hoes creep me, in they TP I hope that pussy taste like kiwi Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin’ I could get a freebie Leave a nigga body floatin’ with a mouth full of seaweed What’s in my Louie backpack? That’s E.T. Snitches give me the heebeegeebees I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini? I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo’ back I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees Money over queens, fuck you blow me I sit back and enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please I don’t really do shit, but sit back and call the shots She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks Red beam on yo’ head, that’s a cherry on top You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that adopt Uh, I danced with the devil in my dreams When I wake up, I still hear the same song Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out Flow on a nigga, I’m about to brainstorm Lil’ nigga I’ll take yo’ main hoe, make her call her homegirl, make ‘em share the same dick It’s that motherfuckin’ Dedication 5, I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6 Lil Tunechi What up slime?
[Verse 2 - Vado] Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit All I need is a shovel and a ditch You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is Run in his home and show me where the kids Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge That’s me, him nigga Black piece AP, gold trim nigga Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga Keep quiet, beef with D5 I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots Mommy opposed, they retired On that old bullshit, P minus They scream and seize fire My audible like Godfather meets Wire A felon in the whip Rollin three 6′s, devil yellin’ trips Shots whistled like a cuddle when it’s lit I’m tryin’ to go ballistic, shadow in the ship Call the Barney Rubble in the whip Made of kick rocks, bull haze from zip-locks Uh
[Outro - Lil Wayne] What up five?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
