songs where Wayne shows his technical ability?

[cmotany]

Ay I got that banger on tha outside
We can bang it out, I’m a gansta from tha soutside
All in ya mouth an if you thinking ya raw
Then I’m callng you out boy
You can bet ya car an ya house see in my level thats out
Sitting this big body ma you can feel like you fell on a couch
An them 20 inch farellis is out, so woodgrain Lincoln leather her out
Peddle her through out tha metro area, weezy baby hes the greatest
Leave the ladies in such disbelief, but bitch please believe me
Im the boy, the neater tha block, im running i got the rock
Im in need of a block, an i speed up my drop
When the streets is burning, mah heater burn you haters
News paper sheets is turning, as yo speech is a sermon
Ya picture in the sheets, next week they gon probably see your family tree
I, manage to push a tanish all fast, soft red top, vanish of that
Na yall mad i got yall like the boy bad, weezy baby gotcha broad sayn...
...see it like it cop it refix it, east landlord bout to start evicting
Hustle 'zant hard, backseat 3 chickens
Bundle that raw 2 for 3 we flippn, dub that car duci-fee we dippn
Fefe, buy that bar we sipping, fee-fee light that gar we lifting
T.streets kill that boy he tripping
We be S.Q.A.D. shitting, weezy baby an your baby mammas
Peeping she wanna get off, but we jus tall fucked that bitch and kept going
Weezy baby young black rich, I’m that boy, the boy, boy, oh boy
Im no toy, i play no games, i feel like fuck some niggas, but say no names
Feel like fucking bitches giving major brainz, SQAD coming like an army
An im major payne, man my arm poked the sun an made it rain
But you wouldn't get wet if u stayed wit wayne
But cha girl all get wet if she stayed wit wayne
Next morning she on a plane taped wit 'caine
Feds phony, agents lame, cops is haters
Mad at the cheese on these hot potatoes
An we passing them v's on them tops is raising
My jersey is hot, my tennis shoes is steaming
My socks is blazing, the rocks in my watch crazy look goofy
Iceberg sweater kids yellng look goofy
My eyes look droopy cuz I’m full of that fruity
Ya bitch keep telln ya lil boy hes a cutie
Man I’m in a 2seat me an mah niggah louie
We so fresh me an my niggah louie
Vuitton from the feet ta tha arm thats how we do it
C'mon mami leave me alone im outta fluid
Move on mami you teeth too long, you prolly chew it
Baby y'know I’m S.Q. it, weezy baby i ain't go say no mo haha
I ain't gon say no mo, fuck yall weezy baby, halla at cha boy


[Weezy]
Weezy baby, sleepy Mercedez
Six that maybe, get that navy
Get the baby, big fat ladies
Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies
Game I kick that daily, the reason why ya bytch act crazy
Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy
You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately, I get that baby
The boy is a mack, she like dick all in her back, and she call me 4 that
Cause i spoil her wit that
And right up in her mouth is where my spalding is at
I'm a mu'fuckin' P.I.M.P, 3 dimes with me
I bow...to never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty
SQ'in baby, Sqalla back at cha squadron
Gotta gat for them boyz and
Holla back at cha boy bitch
Holla back at cha boy biitttch
I pass up the block in the toy quick
I got the toy dipped
The toy sit...on them big boy lips
Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr
Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr
I know u heard what i do to you
Leave ya body on the curve wit like two thru you
Anybody got the nerves then its your broad
I'm so high off the herbs, so its your call
I'm a stand by my wordz, I'm a young dog
Lead come out, head come off
The red come out, then ya bedz hauled off
Fee I got us
I spit the shit that kill the people
Still a peep squeak, but my game cock diseal
Flow is overgrown, you not legal
I be the East land legzal
Shut ya trap, SQAD UP daddy that'z a wrap
When we come we be extra strapped
When it make ya brain touch the crack
Check my gesture, I'm just the mack
And i know how adjust to stretch the crack
Turn 1 and 2 in the quarter just like that
And i tbust my gat just like that
Fee i'm a leave it just like that
Okay, okay
I say ay, i say
S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T


I got my fitted brim leanin
The boy walk taller than kareem
Shit, I spend some green on these jeans mister
Im just a small nigga
Im like a buck fifty
But really im a hundred flat and my nuts fifty
Im like a buck ninety five when im totin a gun
And with my ice and bank card i weight over a ton
One more brick a git me over tha hump
2 more charges git me shipped up and roll with a bump
Im in the crib sittin over tha pump
Watchin face make me think that i control where im from
Im the eastland lord baby
Thats my name
From damu to Michigan, thats my range
We will pound you forget you and, stash your remains
See them sqad dudes is vicious and, thats my game
Can you count ta a hundred thosand
Thats my chain
Not my piece
I said thats my chain
Gats and thangs
And mamis name
Play tha game how it was designated
Variated but every made it in the city ate it
Cannot fade it you niggas fake this shit is animated
You get us aggravated body parts git amputated
Im young baby come through crazy
Birdman attitude fuck you pay me
Came from a magnet skool
Started totin magnum tools
Daddy im a platinum dude
Put me out on any day watch that platinum move
See me on the interstate watch that platinum move
Im so cool i let my bitch wear my platinum jewels
She got tha jlo shorts and tube with air force 2s
Ima baller baby - i know you want a baller baby
How you want it bitch
My spoiler 80
My rims is 20
The ones that keep spinning and shit
My grill 5 it be grinnin and shit
Im fresh like im by menon and shit
Weezy you keep killin this shit
No i murdered this shit nigga

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I give you muhfuckas my soul
I'm sick with this shit, let me giva ya'll muhfuckas my cold
Let me get ya muhfuckas my role, roll up in tha Rolls
Stroll out and get my money from hoes, and they never sayin no
If so, you hear that same ho, catchin' a buncha blows sayin;
Noo! daddy I don't want it no mo! And daddy I don't want it if ain't no dro!
I know thats right!
You see how my teeths glow - you know that's ice!
I 40-comma-three-zero that prize
And I keep the heata right below tha Gucci G buckle
Tooley make ya crew’s Gs buckle!
Fuck ya dog! Fuck ya gun!
Somebody need ta get me muzzled, the boy is wretched, avoid my prescence
And in this game - I move it like I'm Shaq in tha paint
It's hard to check 'em they all respect 'em!
Money, cars infected me - so now I gotta ball even if it takes all thats left of me
And all thats right of me is my SQAD Guerilla team
Young Killas all with scrilla dreams!
And you don't wanna wake us up on the wrong side of the bed
Slide lead to the wrong side of ya head!
Shoulda went with ya right mind
Riders come out at night time, pipe line a hollow to ya wife's spine!
I'm like Shyne - I'm bussin'for my nigga!
And I'm taking the charge like I LIKE time!
And just make sure my daughter life fine
I'm sorry I can't be the father that yo mami want girl, I'm on a tight grind!
Despite crime - my path was tough - I had to scuff - was too cute to work in a check-out line
So I sat at home - baggin up - but as soon as they got they checks they came to check out mine
And I was working the check-out line, I was twerkin from chickens to dimes, nigga WAAA!
Nines with long necks to protect our shine, lotta cheese and good trees to connect our minds
Since the pussy ass Feds *bitches!*, just love to detect our kind
I like my paint a lil' wetter, my rims a lil' wider, my seats a lil' ostrich
My floors a lil' foxish - I'M FOCUSED!
But my bitch done got snobbish - I'M FOCUSED!
CMB re-polished - switched a few niggas, flipped a few niggas
Shit I might miss a few niggas, forget a few niggas, I don't hear from you niggas!
But ya niggas still here fo you niggas, I kill fo you niggas
I am mo' real to you niggas - it's my court, this is Wimbledon nigga!
Put my ten up to the temple of niggas - disfigure a nigga!
You don't want to go at the flo' - cause I jigga a nigga - sit down clown!
The best thing that happened to New Orleans since the oil-spill Downtown!
I got my rounds with me, I got some rounds with me
I got my pound with me, I got a pound in me!
I ride around in Bentleys - windows up!
I play a satelite - put them Playstations and them Nintendos UP!
You tryna cop it 'n shit, you get yo pencil stuck
There's a drop of real life in every sentence, son!
And I'm a menace when it comes to my pennies
You talkin' pennies when it comes to my tennis
And the sinister-chemistry-penitentiary-mentally-for-the-enemy
We finna be straight I got the remedy, see my footsteps and think it's ten of me
Listen to me speak, my shit hits so close to home, you gon think you kin to me!
And they callin me lil' Wizzle Wee
No it's Weezy BABY!
Little me...

[freakjasp]

Cause'

I am the god,
I am the harder mu'fucka
to try and before,
My diet is shaw,
I ryer than wall,

Fightin' 'em all,
Bitin' 'em all,
Giant or small,
I am a dog,
I can smile at dumb bitches and

brighten 'em all,

I am a hog,
Rightin' all
I just lay that

pipe and I'm of

the lyrics and the flow together make this to one of my favorite parts in all weezy songs.

[cmotany]

[Lil Wayne]
SQAD wit me man, yea, its ya boy
I ain't gon say mah name this time yall already know right
Yea yall already know it, the whole crowd saying
"You know it wouldn't be right" mami like ill how high is he
Real high mami high as can be
But lil papi still got scrill like Bill Cosby
I am a legend a hero, yall just my sons like Theo
You know the “kid says the darnest thangs”
But if the shit flop back to selling jello the dope that come yellow
I am the youth of the ghetto
Knocking down the do' say hello to my lil friend
An thats jus how i hit cha ho when you come at me
Like "can you you say hello to my lil friend"
I say hello to her she say goodbye to him
I mean we say goodbye to him, we wave bye from a powdered m
I pop ma, you cannot stop mah game
The smallest boy in the lane but you can't block a thang
Its the boy young cocky wayne
Fee got me on them push ups, i feel like rocky main
Ah hell im way too charge, way too juiced man
The screws on my cage done come lose, ima mothafuckn ani-mal
I ran a mile jus to let you niggas know now, that now im running this bitch
I come in this bitch wit one on my hip
A lump on my lip, a slump wit my limp
Pump in my trench, a blunt in my crip
Pumping my shit, hugging my bitch, my drugs in my kicks
Thats weezy biatch baby
Hot blazing some say im amazing
You should stop hating an start recuperating
Go get a coupe an race it, tha dude be waiting
Wit some shit look i bought from tha movie matrix
Im smooth an basic
I move like im cruising on mah shoes im so cool im groovy baby
Weezy baby weezy baby weezy baby haha
Fuck yall man this ya boy weezy baby
SQAD Up in ya back, SQAD tha thang out man
SQAD tha thang out


I'm a motherfucking g

Come from under the smothering of the slum
I'm bundling up a ton, i'm pumping it by that bump in the road
I'll leave you slumped in the road, if ever pumping by my bump in the road
Come for no drama, i'm only tryna
Get up my dollars, my partners is screaming "sqad up"
I'm tryna get my squad up, holla at ya boy
I move so poised on old school boyds
I'm a mack mami kill that noise
I got crack, chronic in that boyds
I ain't just jumped off the porch, i been that boy
Fi- i'm a win that, boy
Don't even know where to begin that story about your woadie
I'm younger than kobe, vet like rob horry
I made it pop bubbly, your buddy is getting chubbier than NORE
Honey say her hubby getting boring
So honey be by money when you snoring
Stuffing from her gummies to her tummy to her ov'ries
It's over man, bet you don't know her man
Like the man from that hollygrove land that'll body yo man
My shotty fo cram hollow grams to yo noggo man
Head shot you mind boggled, man
I am the throwback young'n, about to bring it back to lotto's, fam
And bet i shit with multiple colored symbols
All of the shit i been thru, cause me to have my guards up over the god's mental
Raw deep dark top will offend you
500 confidential, a mark that the spark has been rekindled
Good morning i'm tune, shorty the dude
Gucci border my shoes, hoochie all in my groove
Damn, wayne dookie hard on you fools, you gotta smell me
East landlord, shit go down you gotta tell me
Gangsta nigga, i ain't ya nigga
Nineteen, got game like ancient nigga
Wayne came to paint your kitchen, drape your floors
Cover your ceiling, rape your whore
Smother your children, take your feelings, take your core
Shit, if this was the cell block i'd take your store
If this was the block i'd be moving a eighth or more
But i soar thru the block in that grape azure
I see hate galore
But i straight ignore
Because my cake is more
Peep how your date adore
Probably skate with yours
Take her straight indoors
Clean face, make her taste my pores
Give it to her till her waist is sore
Shake the boy
Go up in your lady raw, make your lady roar
And if she's as late as yours
I got snakes in my yard but i stay off the lawn
If a hater inform, take his head and his arm
Got the lead in my palm, infrared on the dome
Of the smith & wes
I aim at ya chest
I bang with the best
I hang with the SQ killas
Niggas is gangsta to death
That's louis v from the ankle to neck
I move a v thru the block in the jects
No top, no shirt, people be like, "pac in the jects!!"
I don't stop in the jects
I got shop in the jects
Who knows? twelve hundred for two o's
Crucial, y'all hidin up
And when my crew show up, y'all sqadin up


Lil Wayne]
Somebody tell Fed (Fee Baby) ta halla at me man
Shit, Louie Baby Wayne Baby
Murda, yes ya'll in Weezy Baby SQADing
Take pictures wit' bricks, some of them wit' quarters
Send 'em cross the border
My bitches originally from across the border
But once mami cross the border ta my hideaway across the border
She lie across the floor an we toss the whore
I'ma floss fa' sure
Cuz my whip is costing more than all of yours put together
I'm good forever I'm, repping my hood
Whenever - Whatever - However you want it
I'm mettle your homie, hotter than kettles over the stove in the morning
And I'm, over the stove in the morning wit' coke and some arm'an hammer
I, swung the hammer in my arm full of ammo
Face painted like the black sambo, strapped like Rambo
Can't no, body see the damn flo'
I have his body see the damn flo'
I'm so groovy, I might know how ta play a fucking banjo
But I never try and when I was 12 I took a bullet like a man yo
But I never died, I'm here now, I'm that child ta'da
I let the tech bla'daow, If ya stare down
Oh boy let 'cha hair down ma, ain't got no brain on my sports car
And showty came out her sports bra, because I came on her sports bra
I got game like a sports broad…caster, guess the Wayne you broad’s master
I have my boys masterbate on ya broad faster
Bag the hard in a plastic
And watch how I go hard on the 'Ave wit' it
I move a Jag tinted in ya residential
This swagger so tight it might pinch you
Ice so bright it might irk you
Slide in earth coupe, rims might hurt you
Interior will mirk you sheesh
I got work on every out skirt and
I got her out - skirt out - out shirt fam
I'm the boy, I said I'm the boy man
Mami can't avoid that my air on Jordans
She can't lie cuz I glide on Clydes she try'na ride wit' me
Becuz I sky on Domoniques baby
She not hating cause I rip on G paytons
But she love ta ride the back of the four wheeler on Daytons
We skatin', you waitin' she real late and damn you real patient
We real players, but we really don't play like
Joseph Forte, got doja or yay
Got bread, got toast, or parcay thats all doe all day
I knocks off hoes all days
I'm mackin' vicious, ask ya girl 'bout my dick
She say thats delicious
Ask ya girl did she spit she say thats nutritious
Ask her did she get flipped she say thats tradition
If she say she didn't thats suspicious
You need ta stop listenin' ta them nasty bitches
Three , two , one, Carolina Blue Kicks
Carolina Blue fitted, Carolina Blue whip
Carolina Blue twentys, Carolina Blue seats
Carolina Blue ice, Carolina Blue bikes
Carolina Blue lights, Carolina Blue jerseys
Carolina Blue gators, aw fuck it my favorite team is the Lakers
Laker Yellow 'Lambo, Laker Yellow 'rrari
Laker Yellow 9.11, Laker Yellow mami
Laker Yellow Converse, Laker Yellow Remy
Laker Yellow number eight Kobe Bryant autentic
I'ma autentic nigga and so is my click
Weezy Baby, I just murder this shit, halla back
Ok a-huh, ok a-huh, ok a-huh
You already know man this ya boy man
Tell 'em my name, a-huh c'mon
Weezy Baby (7x) he eh

[cmotany]

[Lil' Wayne]
move like a hustler peep my posture
ill juice so clustered real deep in the posture
move wit sum hustlers peep my roster
ima cash money brother damn we sum mobsters
yea mikkey halla icky ganja choke my coller
lower my brim Im what you know as a pimp
daddy ball i got morer than them
and i dont save a hoe you better read about noah again
whoa hotter than mars by my shirt
send a bullet to your planet earth Im dropping that science
who needs school weezy’s lesson is reliant
get it - whip it - flip it - rebuy it
i need not to speak the streets talk for me
i rarely heat the beef cause my dawgs bark for me
take your SQAD Shit across country
and as long as my pulse running i be young money
holler back man....
...weezy get it like i aint go to school
i went to russel sim' academy
class all year bitch, fuck with me on saturday
had to be talented
or else i would of been ya
average wolf with the savages
took in the scandlous put game to it
man i can write a book if it came to it
and i promise it’d be sex murder mayhem romance for the street
man and I tell ya it’d be a best seller
i just settle for crack and a kettle man
i can make forever whenever bet whatever man
set the pedestal, I’ll over level you
hot boy weezy you devil you
hot toy steaming ill metal you
i never turn my back on my enemies
there for you, lets get it on
and she just look like she put them titties on
2 blunts and a mari' girbuad but i hit her on, no bullshit
at home bet she was (?) when she get it on
but she still find that letter, no one could do it better...
...aint no nigga like that nigga lil weezy cause them mothafuckn niggaz aint shiiit
girls girls all type of girls
uptown - downtown - demese girls
that nigga wayne thank his shit dont stink
oh bitch he might be cocky but the boy be doing his thang
boys ya cant fuck with my boys
blow an ounce in an hour to uplift my joy
dont complain mayne face the game
why u hating on land i be on a plane
then i glide to place where it dont even rain
while u drive to escape the hurricane im saying
im 5 to tha 6 a sucky flame
fire is that lil nigga wayne like uhh duh
why you acting dumb like uhh duh
mami suck cum like uhh yuk
as tha glock toy go baruka thum thum
give you some of this, some of this SQAD Up



Verse 1]
They call me hot boy, hot boy
I got the block steaming
U not even on my pedestal you talking to a boss cap daddy
See me peddling dat Bentley, how i floss that daddy
21's on all pro's, Randy Moss that daddy
You caught that daddy
Weezy pass like i got quarterback tactics with baller status
Hard to manage with all this cabbage
But i show how to do it though
Coogi top, with a Louie flo'
The homie got a Nike style but a Gucci flow
Gucci towel, white Nike, Gucci's soul
I'm mil' younging, hopping out a G500
Looking like i just rolled out a dungeon
Looking like i just smoke a whole onion
I'm wild like that
I know this ain't amaetur night, but might crowd might clap
You these ain't camera's, right
So watch out when we snap
Itz the SQAD la la la la la la
....and i'm thugging...i'm riding..i'm wit fee fee...
i wit fee fee and u know we probably high then
A ma'thafuka....and iz crazy..and u can holla at cha boy WEEZY BABY


[lil wayne]
Let me sing in my position
give me a brick and i flip it
i be controlling that blocka
i have every fiend out there tripping
im flipping that coke and bud
im like so what im young
its the freaking american way
im about to grab me some funds
we smoke ounce ounce
bounce bounce to the out house
them glocks out - we pop out
a take a hot route
them cops out
i let my bitch hold my weight up
and she got work everywhere
as if the shorty was tailored
i got a diva on my left
anotha on my right
ya bring a street toghether
you got fuckin all night - and
and after the show is tha after party
we banged out at tha party not after the party
hustle hustle serve crack at the party
mostly college - frat brats prefer that at the party
sure, sure.....
....bring your gat to the party but if you real insecure
dont bring your bat to the party
because them hoes go bonkers
when they see me and fee in the ashton martin
they wanna join us and pass the marley
sure, im the shit i spits trash and toilets
run up on yo ass fast with the plastic scarlett yea!
my jacket hornets yea new orleans
but ykno me i be throwback to shorty
whoa, you could get this old platinum .4-4
cuz you aint shit to a platinum artist no
i stay equipped with the plastic always
to leave a nigga stretch like he plastic all way
and all days - i smokes all hay
took...y'all place - im high in y'all days
them bitch ways starting to fade
y'all boys structure
i chase rays - thats chips for ya crazy muhafuckas
bitch my name is weezy baby muhfucka
and i have no more to say to you muhafuckas
lemme hit tha j on you muhafuckas

[DMCisback]

Best Thing Yet
Brand New

[ango]

seat down low

[mode]

Aim squeeze wayne be on the back street
Shotty on the back seat fuck 'em if you ask me
Make 'em look but them niggas can't look past me
Pass the weed to the next nigga
That's me let's see BENZ AMG
21 inches and I got them bitches skindy
Tempt me and any thing can happen I ain't rappin
I ain't aimin at you soldiers bitch I'm goin for the captain
I ain't shootin at ya shoulders bitch I'm goin for ya cap and
I won't stop clappin to ya wings start flappin
And you, you just angel in the streets full of gangtas and
Me I'm from the home where murder make ya famous and
I think I'm bouts 2 get that trench off the hanger
And the mask out the drawer but I never hide the banger
I'm a, straight playa if you love her don't bring her
I'll tell her lil shit like I can make her ass a singer
And she, believe that we back at the crib
She like, how it shoot if its plastic foreal
I'm like, fall back ma ya ass need to chill
Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill
I smoke beverly hills whateva that kills
And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel yeah
Step and I will step in ya grill yeah
And leave a nigga wit that heavenly feel yeah



this verse is reckless, and feel like its slept on,

[lilflow8]

i got u blood

[cmotany]

Nigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardi, crash Ferraris
Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter keys
Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V.
That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence
That’s what I die with
I pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit
We on some mob shit
Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch
Glocks spit behind anything
Bitch lick anything
‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank
Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip
With Limo tints to hide me in the whip
Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at
In other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at
You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles
Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it
Lounging in bubble
Rocky watch resemble mountains or something
Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n
Aye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese
You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat
You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free
You touching your knees
And if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe
Now how you like lookin’?
When the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life tooken
Despite the business, fuck rap
Picture block on a motorcycle wheeliing
But the glock ain’t right for kidneys
I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes
Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes
Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes
All the women in this nation hoes
Hot since my creation woa’
Who the fuck want him?
Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em
I got pistols with blood on ‘em
Whips with dubs on ‘em
Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em
Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em
Lips with dicks on ‘em
Chicks with bricks on ‘em
Chicks with chicks on ‘em
I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6
Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit
This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit
Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit
Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit
A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit
[Lil’ Wayne Talking]
Holla at me, I’m still not done
Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done
Nigga holla at me, holla at me
Listen, listen, listen
[Lil’ Wayne Rapping]
Don’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most
I come with the toast
Get it hot like summer was close
I’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’
Exploding missile glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’
Sober? Forget it
This C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed
The youngest soldier come with it
Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted
Nigga I told you to quit it
I load it with 50
I blow ‘til it’s empty
The dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’
Ropin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit
Hoppin’ out the Rover with Semis
Wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house
With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out
Now who hating?
Niggas cheapskating, underestimating
The heat take him, put him under extra pavement
Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like -


Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick
Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch
Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick
I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split
And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact
9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap
I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats
It’s rhymes or the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that
I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ?
Don't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap
And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black
Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat
But fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut
You hatin' us? We tape you up
I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks
Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangstad up
Muhfucka

[cmotany]

Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya hoe be like "That's so purty"
Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy
Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean
Bring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes
I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine
Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen
See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things
I'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King
The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee
Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey
I'm so exciting
Money, murder, steal, kill, rape
You should do like the Internet and start to Bill(ed) Gates
This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors
I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you
Treat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you

Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter
I’m a heartless lil’ bastard
Since Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered
Fuck all of you faggots
Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta
Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka
It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate
Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit
Niggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute
Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis
I’ma stay trill for the spinach
Tremendous when I’m on that green shit
Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit
I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit
My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips
Fuck with me I blast you idiots
Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka

We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets
And clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors
The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers
Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stocktan
Who stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible
Find me in a Benz – aqua blue
Rims colossal dude
And right under the seat’s a glock or two
Don’t make me pop at you
And got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you
People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?”
I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge
Listen, I’ve had loot since a kid
I ain’t just start having dough
As a matter of fact, I started having dough
I’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks
Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats
I bet he choke

[@Poyo_Kardashian]

Moment of Clarity

[cmotany]

I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet
But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street
Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa
I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper
The tool cocked for heat, dude pop for beef, move out for chiefs
Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece
My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese
[Lil' Wayne Talking]
Dude, dude, who you know fucking with me man?
Check it, check it
[Lil' Wayne Rapping]
What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don
Real nigga dude, I promise that to God
When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed
Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt
Niggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt
Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt
Yes, expect the worse when you fuck with the Sqad right?
Pull you out your car at a stoplight
Catch you in the waist, make you my height
This shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price
Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life
Can you see that?
Properly under my seat is where the heat at
Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at
I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til The Lord take us
We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful
Cross the gate bitch and we rape you
Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt
Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault


Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, none should test him, cuz get hectic
Send one through your son's intestines
Glocks knock lung through testin's
If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze
Step in my ways, kidnap your car for seventy days
And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier
And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
I never love ya, my metal slug ya
If you kept on fuckin wit the squad
Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?


And when I got paid I gave back what I owed
So don't be mad when you see me in the Maybach or the Rolls
Making haters taste crack when I'm attacking the roads
Sitting so far back with the seat I'm in the trunk with the coke
You know what's under the seat, I got the Combat 4
Gave a nigga one, bet he don't come back no more
Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow
I spit blood on a track, call me Dracula dough
I get it cracking, act like I came back from coke
Not guilty or Jesus, let rabbit go
Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know
And I love him with every second my heart that go
Buck - remember when the bullet caught lil' bro?
Who you think got that blood up off that flo'?
Who you think made that boy come off so cold?
How you think that young boy come off so old?
I miss you pops