[Intro: Lil Wayne] No ceilings No ceilings No ceilings My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap Sipping Barney, smoking baby bop She's performing on the table top Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot Bop bop then I'll pull off and wave goodbye I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die My niggas wild like Omega Psi My bitches screaming "Ooh la la" I tell my demons "Kumbaya" Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka!" Make a nigga say "Ooh, na-na-na-na-na" I got money on my mental, got them niggas in my rear view I'm a dog, I'm a dog, Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's Drop dollars on your temple, pop collars like a pistol Drive back and forth for codeine, put some mileage on the rental Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno I'm straight N.O., the UNO, fast life, so up-tempo Ooh wee, presidential in the Backwood, eating Mentos Smoke that loud like crescendos, rep the mob like Di Nero Fucking like a nympho, save her info like a hero Write you name on the bullet, she wrote my name on her dildo Smoking on that kill though, got me happier than Gilmo' I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode, I just fucked your fucking ear hole
[Interlude: Lil Wayne] No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings Yeah, two Yeah, two Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou
[Verse 2: Lucci Lou] Give a fuck about you haters, more concerned with stacking papers Smoking bog and sipping Lakers, watch your girl ‘cause I can take her Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions Where my niggas in this bitch? They like, "Fuck it Lucci, get her" I'm from that East side of New Orleans, polo T's and Jordans Where niggas dream to push foreigns, and all the hoes want ballers I got the cheapest price on pearly white, if you need a nigga just call us Long as you talking them dollars, I got a nigga, just holler Still no job, bitch I ain't hurt Put a ho on the strobe and told her, "Get to work" She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt She popped a bean, popping ass, can't keep it in her skirt I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings
[Verse 3: Turk] No ceilings bitch, like an astronaut Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks I'm Molly turnt, but so [?], throwing threes up like slime Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind Fuck you and your favors, know you see my grind I kicked the habit, never thought I could, that shit had me since fourteen I was shooting up nigga on tour, fucking up my dreams Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me, "Hope you bitches die in your sleep" Free my brother BG, I'ma scream the shit till he hit the streets Till my brother Ralo RIP I got the nigga that's on YNT
[Outro: Turk] No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin' Yeah, Young Turk, nigga I'm Mister YNT, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
