[Intro]
Lil Wayne used to be on that shit like—
You know what I mean?
Right at the— right at the beginning of every song
Turn that shit up, gang, yeah
[Verse]
I say, I'm smoking 'til I'm on another level, voice fucked up
I've been on tour, so what? So what?
I've been getting cash up, niggas playing catch up
Hit a stain like mustard and fucking ketchup
All these niggas stay pussy like they out of cat piss
I've been balling on these hoes, Steve Nash, no look
I'm gonna pass on her, I'm gonna smash on her
All the way turnt up, I'm a Roscoe Dash on 'em
They wonder why my flow so cold, fresh out the freezer
Life is a bitch, fuck with mе, I'm making her leave you
I am thе shit like bad intentions of fever
And a sniffle and sneeze, bitch, I ball like I need it
Ball like Derek Jeter, swag off of the meter
Your bitch screaming "Oh baby," like she fuck Justin Bieber
(Ooh)
Pull up on her with that chopper, hotter than a new fever
All my niggas got the— Wait, wait, wait
All my niggas got the ninas
But we call them fajitas because they hotter than peppers
Nigga, I am the bestest
No offense to Michael Jackson, cardiac how I rest him
Got my hand on my weapon, I'm slamming shit like it's Tekken
All these niggas really thinking they the shit, but they not
Check the stove when I spit my flow, bitch, it's hot
(Ooh)
Check your hoe, she was at the spot giving me top
You thought that was a nun, really that bitch is a thot
I'm not for nothing, motherfucker, got my gun with it cocked
I had a clip that held 20, I was sick of the stop
So I put a 32 in that, 32 shots, a generic clip I got online
Niggas thinking that they rapping, but they not
I can spit lyrical shit up in my spare time
I'm like a game of bowling the way I spill rhymes
I'm like a game of bowling the way I strike, ah
I'm striking like lightning, my fighting skills will leave you dead, like Tyson
Hit you three times in the head then liked it
I'm the type of nigga to fuck your bitch then wife her
Then kick her out the crib, look, not even gonna night her
I got the fire, I'm on fire now that Baby never passed the Fyre
I'm the type to go crazy, do it on the daily
Fucking on the pastor's wife, she having triple nine babies
I'm shaking, Haiti, niggas can't replace me
I'm the type to ball like I'm Rocky, no McGrady
Harden or something, going hard
Got my arm in the rim like my name was Vince Carter or something
Get to bombing on that pussy, Pearl Harbor or something
(Hey)
Derrick Rose, nigga, I'm the starter or something
Got the 40 with the beam, Freddy Krueger with the mean
(Ooh)
I'm gonna pull up in your dreams, nigga, it ain't nothing
(Mm-hmm)
Yeah, the way I kick shit they think this shit is FIFA
I'm hot like that Nas song, what's it called? "Ether"
I kill niggas all day, yeah, real people
I'm real evil, real lethal, you real see-through
I don't see you, John Cena, he gon' beat you
I pull up on you, abusive relationship, beat you
I eat these beats like oral sex
All I know is flex, straight finesse
That's clever
I get checks
You run up, got the 40, you can chin check
(Uh-huh)
Your bitch is my pet, I get in debt
Life's a bitch, hop on yours playing Farfetch
My brother locked up, ain't seen bars yet
I'm so high that I don't see stars, yes
These niggas really thinking that they going far, nah
And I'm gonna pull up in that new foreign car, yes
I pay the same money for my bitch dress
It's a upset, every day I upset
Life's a bitch, like I said, we having rough sex
Have you ever had good head from a rough neck?
I'm balling hard on these hoes, yeah, I did that
You want to diss, I show my niggas where your crib at
(Uh-huh)
They don't spare nobody, they don't spare nobody
It's probably blood on the fucking bib, yeah, man
(Hahaha)
I'm with them evil niggas, them demons, killers and murderers
The NLMB be the team, nigga, know that you heard of us
(Ooh)
They scared of us, all of my niggas really be murderous
I be really be spitting, I don't really know what the murmurin'
I'm gon' beat the beat up like, like I'm Ike Turnering and I—
[Outro]
(Ooh)
Okay, hahaha
