[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] I'ma cash out on the AP, new freezer The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux She tried to order a sloppy joe I told her give me some sloppy toppy Then let her know she a sloppy ho Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti Two million cash this is not a Ferrari 260 the dash I smoke anybody 150K cash it fit in my pocket This is that D6 shout out to Drizzy in the 6 Mafia like it's the 3-6 Choppers make niggas do B flips Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse Burn niggas like a freak bitch Flip and turn you like a key switch 'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with, yeah Only time will tell nigga I sat back and tried to tell niggas If you try to test me watch you fail, nigga D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Death wish, death wish, death wish I come to fulfill your death wish First I must refill my beverage That's promethazine sold separate That's from Texas She's from who knows I got new doors I ain't step in I got new hoes I ain't hit yet, I ain't hit yet? Time is precious I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet I got money I ain't see yet And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet I got big bags in my book bag Make me walk around like Hunchback Diamonds so bright on my one hand Gave all five fingers a suntan Haters upset, that's a fun fact I got pussy in my lunch bag I got soap and I got towels Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths I got hoodies that say 'Young Money' I got bitches that steal them from me They go home and then they send pictures To my phone with nothing under it What am I to do? I'm lovin' it I run a bad-ass bitches company That's my company, my bitches humble me I saw your bitches, that was comedy I got the ramady, oops I meant remedy I got the chemistry, and the amenities Up in my bedroom, holding assembly They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday I can't do everyday, I could do very late Just hit me up and now go check my resume Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin But I forget everything, thanks to the medicine Thanks to the purple stuff I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up If I had a heart it'd be a purple one Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up Shots of Bumble, I'm finna serve 'em up I got them comfy and kind and courteous I put the old bodies in the new freezer Brrrr - I never heard of her
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