[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, vibe with me sweetheart, it ain’t hard Ah fuck them niggas I ain’t worried bout them This Cash Money baby ya no what I’m takin’ bout This Tha Carter II, Kurupt holla at them niggas
[Chorus - Kurupt] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load) We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load)
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] 22 year old 17 war vet Life in the fast lane little red Corvette Little red handkerchief hangin’ out the right side back pocket Jeans fallin’ cover my Evisu sign Yep we do shine and they gon’ hate But they hated Jesus baby we wont break So we ride like four perrelli’s so s-cary, no security No protectin’, no comparin’, lookin’ heavy, Oceans 11 Aviators, both takers, so fakers ahh, no players I’m Hollygrove to the heart, Hollygrove from the start Don’t cross airheart boulevard or the war I come from, 1-7 one shot never that blum, blum, blrrr, blrrr Pop, pop, clap, clap what the fuck Hollygrove stand up nigga duck
[Chorus - Kurupt] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load) We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Get ‘em, get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em Easy sit ‘em in the river, leave ‘em, they find ‘em tomorrow evenin’ Sinkin’, I’m probably drinkin’ that syrup thinkin’ I wont slip even though I’m leanin’ like a broke hip He ain’t know I got the Nina with the full clip, that’s a somersault Backspin full flip for ya, push this button I’ll flip out and hit sumthin’ Miss nothin’, I’m just bustin’ until the scene clean Twelve hundred for the jeans stop playin’ Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants, who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at your face Knock your brains from the back of your neck for lack Of respect I strap a jet black gat till the death Tell my momma to bury me with that no bullshit My hood gettin’ kinda crazy where I be so Rony’s with me Cause he’s the O.G.
[Chorus - Kurupt] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load) We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load)
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Fresh out the backseat of the figgity Phantom The haters I make ‘em madder when I wave at ‘em like “what up” If it ain’t bout money I keep goin’ I’m tryin’ to get that green niggas tryin’ to mow my lawn But fuck them boys I got the shoty on my armor If them boys run up I leave they bodies on the lawn And duck the fuck outta there cause baby it’s hotter there If this was a movie it’s time to roll the credits “cut” It’s all over, all of your brains is all over the mutherfuckin’ block I’m a mutherfuckin’ rock hard body Eagle street 17 Shots night vision, double clip, hot steady beam, glock, pop Drop little man drop this is not for little bitches, you man or a fox I’m laying in the drop thinking of more money, Cash Money, Young Money Take money, your money
[Chorus - Kurupt] We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load) We won, we won and then we shot that BB gun They lost, they lost and we took they shit now its time to floss (lock and load)
[Outro - Lil Wayne] Hahaha, yeah, ya know I thought they knew it was really real daddy, yeah Homeboy, my mutherfuckin’ wristband was 300 dollars no lie Dolce & Gabbana, they should pay me for saying that shit So is my jeans, they wasn’t 300 but they Dolce too, yeah We won motherfucker, we winnin’ over here, that’s right, hey Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front, open the doors suicidal Lets ride out, you got money you know what the fuck I’m takin’ bout If ya don’t, keep thinking, if you can do that Your losin’ streak is goin’ up, why? Cause we here, and I’ll fuck this up today, straight upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
