No Weakness

[Intro: DJ Drama, Lil Jon & Wiz Khalifa]

Let me explain somethin' to you

When I say I'm really like that

What I mean is, I'm the culture (Gangsta)

What I've continuously given to the game

This shit can't be duplicated

I'm one of one (Uh), DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & DJ Drama]

Poppin', I came here to get it poppin'

I fuck her, don't take her shoppin'

That money, I got a lot, that car, it ain't got no top

These niggas ain't got no bitches, that's why they hatin' a lot

My six-four got switches, I pull up and make 'em stop (Oh)

They call me Young Khalifa (Oh)

Don't wanna fuck with no karma, 'cause I don't fuckin' need her

Don't need niggas to show me love, 'cause I don't love 'em neither

Don't let politics intervene, I get my money and leave

I hear 'em talk, but they don't want it with me (With me)

I fuck her after my show, send her to Unc' and then she comin' with me (With me)

Don't even have to give her number to me

See, all my niggas livin' comfortably, grow some weed and puff it to me

You're some freak or flair, I'll be your supplier

Let's smoke a paper plane, shorty, let's get higher

These bitches sellin' pussy, but I ain't the buyer (Damn)

Taylor Gang, my attire, I'm livin' life like The Wire

If she ain't fuckin', she fired (Khalifa)

[Interlude: DJ Drama, Wiz Khalifa & T.I.]

I don't care how many times I gotta prove myself (Uh, hahaha)

That's what I come here for (Hey, hey)

Them niggas not built like us (Hey, hey)

Tip, holler at 'em (Hey)

[Verse 2: T.I. & DJ Drama]

Ain't no accident, it's the demolition man

Burn 'em at your set, a fire to your men advanced

Go to war with any man, you can get a chance

Everybody get it, youngin spinnin' like a ceiling fan (Get 'em)

Connect you with a brick or a ten or the love

I can get you the bad lawyer when you ran to the Forbes

And get you gone when you in the city (Yeah)

You want a buzz that get you drugs

You want a bitch for a coat that can get you hugs

What you negotiate matter, it ain't 'bout what you deserve

A nigga curve a ho', it's servin', ho'

But, nah, with every ho', they know I go

And go again, the land of the peaches

And they foreign friend, they be goin' in, ain't gotta lure 'em in

Sheesh, so fuck shit, better go on with it

Paper on me at all times, like I was born with it

Anybody get it and anybody fuckin' with it

Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga (Symba)

[Verse 3: Symba]

Down in Miami, pullin' yachts off the dock (Yeah)

Barely watch my watch, 'cause this money come 'round the clock (Yeah)

I got a few haters, but they too broke to be opps

Tryna juggle all these women, I'm startin' to feel like my pops

Walkin' out of Nobu, put Gracie Hunter in a drop

I'm with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Ante Up (Facts)

These keyboard killers been constantly takin' shots

But my dogs'll put a hole in your steppers, like they was Crocs

These hoes back in they feelings, so what? I'm back on my grind (Yeah)

Where was your bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?

I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn't decline

But God ain't always answer my prayers to send a sign

The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds

The crib got heated marble floors, I'm doin' fine

Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb

I ain't even hit my prime, I told you niggas, results take time

[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Jon]

Hahaha, you niggas talkin' 'bout flowers

NIgga, I've been getting bouquets by the truckload recently

And I'm far from satisfied

Oh yeah

My foot is on you niggas next, and you can feel it, haha

Let's dance

Nigga

Gangsta Grillz