Fuck A Nigga's Thoughts (Dead Bodies)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Ha-ha!

Young….Mula Baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts

He ain't even thank, he ain't even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank

Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint

Pick that pussy up naw let him lay

Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4)

Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws

And yall ain't nothing but nails in a wall

Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha fucka

Off my hip clip empty like a motha fucka

Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader

Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin ain't dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka

Now where ya ho at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a nigga with no back

Ima go forward

The top gon get lowered

Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it

Ye ain't gotta tell me I already smell it

Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous

You’re Los like Angeles

But you can find me in a white tan Ellis

Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch

Ima wear that Glock like a fuckin outfit

I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this

And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

Ok, I’m strapped up

Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain't strapped up

And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do

And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo

After tha scrap with u I ain't lookin stupid

You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin

Fool im a fool, I do what I do

It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use

Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug

Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you

I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to

Fuck me, naw bend ova nigga fuck you

See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you

Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose

Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news

One, two buckle ya shoes

Here come tha Kid Crew

Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food

Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz

Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes

Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot

I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes

I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose

Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke

Put niggas on mute like………

Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi

I never sat in a hemi that would offend me

Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya

Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back

I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP

We don’t do shit but get money all day

Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way

YM, Young Moula, Young Money all day

Where tha drugs so sweet like honey on yay

Which one of yall say you want drama im honered

Blitz yo ass like a motha fuckin lineman

Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas

Still where red like an old 49er

Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya

Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda