I got young money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them b's up
Doin what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck
Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush
Drink till I throw up
Nigga roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stock butt
Call me doctor carta
Aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga
AK click clack Pow nigga
Fuckin with the kid you'll be missin like balile nigga
Yeah, swagga stupid
Pack a Uzi
Twenty clips nigga, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as kool-aid
Cr??mbrule
I'm sharp as blu-ray
I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate,young lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the twos on me, nigga screw face
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's nigga on every suitcase
YM nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hooray
Hammer in the Loui'd up
Take the nigga's bitch, she give me brains until I knew enough
Will it come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers and chef up the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat is slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He killin everybody's song
Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb
No homo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now you won't know what I'll be on
Get off my dick, my cock,my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No homo no mighty comb
Smokin on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella provolone
Fuck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, go
Sorry baby but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call it two faced
Bitch I'm two great
Take your food tray
I was born on dooms-day
Ain't no nigga like me
Wassup to my gang
Big B's like a brightling
Take a nigga's bitch she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
The fuck you niggas wanna do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for fuck what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Okay let's do it

Written By Dwayne Carter

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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