Afro

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Three, uh [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh Shoot at a nigga, no backboard I break a full court press up at half-court That's no cap like an afro [Verse: Lil Wayne] I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious I shoot at a nigga, no rebound Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans She give me face time, no texting She give me face through the zipper, bow Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet Aim at his rim, and I hit the net Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside Nigga can't guard, can't block mine Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line Heater on call, it's a hotline Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble Shoot at a nigga, no crossover Driveway looking like a toy store I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule All of these lil' niggas claiming they killas Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it Then I laugh at these niggas Don't they look like my children? Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla" She like to masturbate while on her period Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest My trigger finger, that's all with my blood Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe And his head might come off and you might see his guts And it might make you barf and the memory blush Run it, run it I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow 'Cause I might be on codeine and promethazine This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck I'll be icy icy, very pricey I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty" You could get lit up just for some enlightment Fuck the indictments I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body [Chorus: Lil Wayne] I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah Point blank I shoot at a nigga Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh Shoot at a nigga, no backboard I break a full court press up at half-court That's no cap like an afro, ooh [DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3 But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head