Yes sir
Three
Ha, I love this sh#t
So let me talk my sh#t, uh-huh
Okay, I’m good
Yeah
I know you see the guap, ’cause getting money is what we on
Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow b#tch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain’t got these on
b#tch, holler! It is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies
Never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these fees, sh#t
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, DipSet, n#gg#, we a team
If you don’t like it, n#gg#, f#ck you, no Vaseline
Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin’
Like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a b#tch with some lips like Angelin’
—a Jolie, Holy God flow
I go where no other guy go
f#ck you, ho, I’m so 5-0-4
I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that’s my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don’t want no dry ho
Alright, b#tch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man
And I prefer money than b#tches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, b#tch, and I am the leader
He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And me, I’m still spittin’ like a retard
And these n#gg#s soft, they should be rapping in leotards
n#gg#, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I’m just murdering n#gg#s, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I’m so motherf#cking high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I’m nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can f#ck later
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain’t nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
You ain’t heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, n#gg#, f#ck whoever your favorite
It’s a new game, and I’m the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don’t really want to, but these n#gg#s making me
Put a m#th*rf#ck*r on ice like the Maple Leaves
That’s a hockey team, and I ain’t on no hockey team
But I’m a champion—where’s the f#cking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I’m a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez
Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Ha ha
Yeah, I’m so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf b#tches say “Hi” to me
She tell a blind b#tch, and she say, “I gotta see.”
Young Carter, darling
Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
I’m a dog, I’m a Hoya, homie
I’m a boss, your man’s just an employer, mami
Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ah
Weezy!
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