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Verse 1
Eyo it's Weezy mother fuckin
Easy wit the hatin
Bitch Im in the buildin, you just decoratin
Im just detonatin
Then I get blatant
More things worse than internet datin
Scoob got the cameras on so I gotta show off
I put ya sista on, I knock ya bro off
Weezy spits snowballs, catch it in ya face bitch
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a Naismith
Cook cain game flow, dope in the vein flow
I'll only be smokin the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drain-o, yah boyfriend a lame-o
And if ya stay wit em, then yall in the same boat
Deep water Carter, fishin for a dollar
You could join the sail and Im splittin' ya tamato
Ball cause I gotta
Ya love me in the mornin'
I told her Im a King them other niggas Prince charming
She love tah rock my mic she said theres nuttin' like performin
Man Im in love wit a grilled George Foreman
Forewarning, young moneys on...and we could shoot it out. I got the money drawn
(Yeah)
Take that to the bank witcha
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne differnt
(Huh)
And Im a maybach rider, haven't drove in one time I gotta cool black driver
Can't walk around wit guns, I gotta do dat (Got em')
Don't worry if Im shootin long as you don't get shot
Hook
And Imma beast
Imma pitbull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
Im-Imma beast
I'm a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full
(Haha Yeah!)
Verse 2
It's like 7 in the mornin' nigga
Im up for whoever the opponent nigga
Stop the track lemme relish in the moment nigga
Now bring that mother fucker back cause im zoning nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches were havin it, I bet we have them all
And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall
N I’m chargin these hoes like women basketball
(Uh)
I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lime bite
Super hero call, like I crime fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
(Uh)
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit?
We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn’t
(Uh)
Basically, I’m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Yall too plane, Imma helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole, wipe me down bitch
I get big checks, Nike Town bitch
Yeah mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips
(Uh)
T I can’t stop goin
Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it mutha fucker I know it
No Ceilings God dammit now the fuckin skys showin
(Uh)
Best song on the mixtape I think.
Eyo it's Weezy mother fuckin
Easy wit the hatin
Bitch Im in the buildin, you just decoratin
Im just detonatin
Then I get blatant
More things worse than internet datin
Scoob got the cameras on so I gotta show off
I put ya sista on, I knock ya bro off
Weezy spits snowballs, catch it in ya face bitch
Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a Naismith
Cook cain game flow, dope in the vein flow
I'll only be smokin the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drain-o, yah boyfriend a lame-o
And if ya stay wit em, then yall in the same boat
Deep water Carter, fishin for a dollar
You could join the sail and Im splittin' ya tamato
Ball cause I gotta
Ya love me in the mornin'
I told her Im a King them other niggas Prince charming
She love tah rock my mic she said theres nuttin' like performin
Man Im in love wit a grilled George Foreman
Forewarning, young moneys on...and we could shoot it out. I got the money drawn
(Yeah)
Take that to the bank witcha
I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed talk shit like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession but Wayne differnt
(Huh)
And Im a maybach rider, haven't drove in one time I gotta cool black driver
Can't walk around wit guns, I gotta do dat (Got em')
Don't worry if Im shootin long as you don't get shot
Hook
And Imma beast
Imma pitbull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
Im-Imma beast
I'm a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full
(Haha Yeah!)
Verse 2
It's like 7 in the mornin' nigga
Im up for whoever the opponent nigga
Stop the track lemme relish in the moment nigga
Now bring that mother fucker back cause im zoning nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches were havin it, I bet we have them all
And man Im so high its like an ever-lasting fall
N I’m chargin these hoes like women basketball
(Uh)
I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lime bite
Super hero call, like I crime fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
(Uh)
T-Streets still roll with me
Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit?
We are those hitmen
He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn’t
(Uh)
Basically, I’m still a monster
Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera
Yall too plane, Imma helicopter
My words keep goin like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole, wipe me down bitch
I get big checks, Nike Town bitch
Yeah mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips
(Uh)
T I can’t stop goin
Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it mutha fucker I know it
No Ceilings God dammit now the fuckin skys showin
(Uh)
Best song on the mixtape I think.
) haaarrdd!
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