[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious
Booty out the A, but face from Honduras
Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious
I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist
I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb'
Back with some money, came back with some grams
Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan
Come back with no money, come back with some sand
Dog, I be at home all day poppin' illys
See how long it take to count a million
Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya
Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Young Tune n***a put a deal in yo' base
She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Young Tune, n***a, I'll wipe yo' bitch
Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit
All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips
Lil' pussy-ass n***a shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah
I'ma turn up a little more this time
People used to say "That boy, he before his time"
I already know what you did last summer
I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine
Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine
Two tone AP on, I'm bust
Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust
All black Hublot lookin' like us
Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus
Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza
And I got all diamonds all in the crust
Thinkin' I might, no n***a, I must
Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG
The feds tryna lock me up like the BG
I told my old lady if they do, she could leave
She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy
That shit gon' work out like it's personal training"
I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah"
Weighing my options, I broke out the scale
Weighing my options, I feel like a whale
My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger
Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover
Dead bodies on top of each other
Look like they six-nining each other
At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious
Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears
Five hundred grand, to make an appearance
I need that a week in advance for clearance
I just got mad at one of my shooters
'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children
That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit
That n***a laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist"
Extended barrel, the one with the holes
Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros
Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow
It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls
Young Money, n***a, that's my DNA
I look like a lion and act like an ape
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate
[Break: 42 Dugg]
Can't be fucked with
Ayy, 4 Pockets, huh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
'Fore I go broke like Joc
Fuck with that dog like Vick (Roof)
Not that rock, that pit'
Palm Angels down to my sock
Can't hold my Glock, reason I don't really like that shit (N***a, I don't)
Young turnt n***a, can't wife no bitch (At all)
Excuse my French, don't like no bitch (Nope)
Limo tinted, all five of my cars, yeah, I had it hard
Seen my bitch broke bad, I ain't had a heart
Skrrt, yeah, that's us
Two-tone AP, yeah, I'm bust
Got the head from her, I ain't even wanna fuck (Fuck her)
Why? Slut, bye (Fuck on)
Nothin' on me from Saks, everything Revive
Old n***a tellin' on bro, should've died
No, he ain't kill 'em, dawg, he ain't even try
Still'll bet my last shootin' dice in the hood
Take who chain? Nah bitch, not Dugg's
Probably in somethin' fast with a Glock in the hood
Courtside tickets, spillin' Wock' on the wood
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that's period
I got your BM wan' put on Amiris
First young n***a in the A with two Lams
Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don't count what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz
Young turnt n***a from the D to the A
I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
I'ma turn it up a lil' more this time
Used to dream about gettin' it, now I got it, I don't drive
I had a spot like The Varsity, what'll you have?
You buy twenty, I'll front what you buy
I put on drip, I believe I can I fly
N***as know that I'm rich, but they know not to try
I had a show in Detroit and I stopped at Revive
And spent fifty on all of the guys
All of these hoes in these stores make commission
And plus I'ma tip 'em, they holdin' my size
Get in your car and just put on your flashers
And follow the hearse since you say you gon' ride
'Cause somebody gon' die if they fuck with us
Turn a five to a dime, that's a double up
Fuck around, walk through church with my double cup
This shit a habit, I'm prayin' I give it up
Tiger stay with the wood, make 'em give it up
Know I ran through a mil' every week coppin' weed
Bruh beat the charge, I can get me some sleep
Got a backend to pick up, I won't even leave
Run it up, fuck around, give the 'Vette to DT
Keep a hotboy with me, I got love for BG
Chasin' this paper since twelve or thirteen
Runnin' 'round in these streets, it was me and Marquise

[Verse 5: Tyga]
And my diddy bop like the CEO of Ciroc
Bitch I can't stop (Can't stop) and I won't stop, top dog on top
I call the shots (Call the shots), shot clock head-lock, headshot (Boom)
Bleeding out, rigor mortis so deported
Cleaning out your bank account (Haha, pheew)
Wanna be like Mike, better take a different route (Bitch)
Treat the pussy like a drive-through, bitch, I'm in and out

[Interlude: Tyga & (DJ Drama)]
Hahaha, real shit though (Well Done)
Ay Dram, bring that shit back
(Run it back)

[Chorus: Tyga]
Uh, hese n***as stay on my dick (Yeah), talking "I'm broke, I'm rich"
Keep me a badass bitch with a Glock on my hip inside of my whip
Swallow a hollow tip, if the bitch pussy bomb I'ma hit (Yea)
I'ma spit in her mouth 'cause I'm lit, I'ma slip then I'm out in a bit
Wanna lick, wanna play with the kid like the bitch wanna babysit
I'm the heartbreak kid, don't baby him
Every bitch wanna have baby with him
She lay her baby hairs on me, feeling like a baby again
Bitch, the block is hot

[Verse 6: Lakeyah]
Double my G no heard 'yeah
Fuck what you hoes no sir
Wo-wo-won't catch me 'bout liking my n***as we rob the patek no nerd,yeah
That's right bitch you heard
My flow better than her's
It ain't no comparison bitch i just started this shit i was gifted from birth,(yeah)
My off-white shirt 3hunnid(yeah)
Boutique lil bitch no stomach (yeah)
I give respect to whoever i fly with LA's to the shots give a fuck who running
Could never go broke no boss bitch no bummin'
Can't squash beef lil bitch am comin'
I need a band just to beat on you hoes finna throw my clothes bitch bring my money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we paid
Aay i just got of the stage
Am independent i need me a pendant Lakeyah Danaee gotta hang on the chain
Best right bitch from the Mk heat never been a street bitch but i touch MO jeans
Rich bitch Gucci amiris the jean you shouldn't play with that girl n***a ain't She sweet
Just run up a check came way two weeks
Still making double you could check the receipts
Been deep in my bag since 2015 ballin' hard as a bitch i deserve six rings
Young turnt bitch from the Mill to the A said they coming for it all am the only bitch came
Yeah,yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we paid
Imma turn it up lil more this time like fuck been humble i know am the G.O.A.T
I know i be shitting on bitches and n***as i said what i said you bitches be broke
I ain't checking my comma's,n***as be mad and bitches less saying i think am the shit
I drive me a bag on a pair of balenci's i throw them away if they throw up for free
I flex like am lil baby young`n' turnt like am 42
Quit talking money lil bitch i got more than you
Somebody dead if they fuck wit'you
I count ten of my demon's lil bitch and is one of you
These bitches talking wit'no guns
I'd be unbothered as fuck and am feeling like dugg
Thank God for the G wagon
I put on drip am a real big dripper
I do what i want so the bag got bigger
Pretty as fuck and she harder than hoes young turnt bitch can't cuff no n***a
Pretty as fuck and she harder than hoes young turnt bitch can't cuff no n***a (yeah)

{Verse 7: Wavy Navy Pooh}
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[Break: Foolio]
BLLT (Haha)
6 Block got K's (6 block got K's)
All Opps gettin' sprayed (All Opps gettin' sprayed)
(86 for the brick n***a)
6 Block we paid
Free Kenny K Free Henry(Aye)Free Big Murda Too

[Verse 8: Foolio]
Before i get faced like five, (five) Imma' kill shit like 6 (like six)
Still caught one from the pump break a hoe to the team
Catchin shells In the bricks (in the city)
Throw back to me Bibby and Mitch, (and Bibby)
Throw back and make Jack do a hit, (Jack do a hit)
Still go see my auntie that lady do Voodoo ah genie
My grandma ah witch (let's go)
Chop shop give ah band for them Stolos, (Stolos)
My youngins' got 3 or 4 Lolos, (Lolos)
(Damn)
Take out the engine, and bust that bitch down
That's a lil' 5 band play doe
Selfie Gang faceshot like a photo (like a photo)
If I ain't wit Dot then i'm dolo, (i'm dolo)
Throw bullets at Opps Tony Romo (Buck!)
Fuck these rappers i'd rather ride solo (ride solo)
Boy we kill Opps on the regular, (regular)
Can't fool me i know your gun registered, (Haha)
Phone tapped, i can't talk on my cellular, (the cellular)
He tweetin' but tell em' who shot at ya' (shot at ya')
That TDB, 6, we the Mafia ( The Mafia)
Givency, and Louis, i'm Prada ya' (i'm Prada ya')
Fuck the city, No clique ain't no stoppin us
Get Bucked' in yo' city i'm poppin up (Buck!)
E-Way, slidin' i'm headed out west (out west)
Just me Fefe, Lil Zay, and a tec (Lil Zay)
Pop a Opp then post in the Jets
Drop 30k flat on yo' neck, (on yo' set)
Don Dada i'll knock off yo' set (yo' set)
Big bag on yo head that's a check, (A bag!)
Sit tight man he'll put you to rest (to rest)
Extortion we all in his check (Extortion)
See my Opps tryna clique up and come for me (and come for me)
We dont clique up, this Glock kept me company (me company)
Catch Quise You know you gon' run from me (run from me)
If they yellin' Osama they onto me (Osama)
I kill for Ohana,I kill for Osama
For Kendre forever,Dont fuck with the sunder
Since 2013 we been givin' y'all problems
It's 2020, we still the top Mafia
ESPN shit im the real Don Dada
I was 15 in West Jack wit a choppa
Spazz 16 on the news for a body
7 days straight I been rollin' off Molly
In the [?] Man this shit gon get sketchy
Catch a Opp boy this shit gon get deadly, (Aye!)
Hit the E-Way I run from the Feddies, (Aye!)
Bust a right, and I got off on Melvin (Skrr!)
Nobody ain't out n***as fakin', (they fakin')
Catch a Opp, like some liqour I chase em' (I chase em')
Sak Passe, that's to all of my Haitians, (Sak Passe)
Jump out on yo' block and go crazy, (go crazy)
(Uh!)
Ran up a hunna' sumn' racks by myself
No label, no cosign you know im independent (independent)
Real young n***a out the trenches
You ain't gettin' money young n***a, i'll show you how to get it (show you how to get it)
Still got war in the city, still on the block and we tryna catch shit
For Lil' Bibby, (War!)
Pussy ass opps keep snitchin', everytime sombody get shot
They say we did it (That we did)
(It's Laid!)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that's period
I got your BM wan' put on Amiris
First young n***a in the A with two Lams
Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don't count what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz
Young turnt n***a from the D to the A
I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that's period
I got your BM wan' put on Amiris
First young n***a in the A with two Lams
Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don't count what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz
Young turnt n***a from the D to the A
I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid (Yeah)