Banned from T.V.

[Intro]

Ugh

Arms

[Verse]

Ayo, it's Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating

Bitch, I'm in the building, you just decorating

I'm just detonating, then I get blatant

More dangerous than internet dating

Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off

I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off

Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face, bitch

Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith

Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow

I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow

Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o

And if you stay with him, then y'all in the same boat

Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar

You can join the salad, I'm splitting your tom-a-ta

Ball 'cause I gotta, you'll love me in the morning

I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming

She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing

Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman

Forewarning: Young Money's armed

And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn

Yeah! Take that to the bank with you

I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures

Smoke weed, talk shit, like Lane Kiffin

Whole country in recession, but Wayne different

Huh, and I'm a Maybach rider

Haven't drove it one time, I got a cool Black driver

Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em

Don't worry if I'm shootin', as long as you don't get shot (Arms)

And I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull

I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled

I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull

I got my money right, I got my clip full, haha

Yeah, it's like seven in the morning, nigga

I'm up for whoever the opponent, nigga

Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga

Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I'm zoning, nigga

I go hard like Rafael Nadal

And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all

And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall

And I'm charging these hoes like women basketball

Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right

Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite

Superhero car, like I crime-fight

I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice

Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me

Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman

Need the man hit? We are those hitmen

He stopped running; the bullet holes didn't

Ugh, basically, I'm still a monster

'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera

Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter

My words keep going, like a teleprompter

I'm a asshole—wipe me down, bitch

I get big checks—Niketown, bitch

Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit

And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms)

Ugh, T, I can't stop goin'

Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens

I'm the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it

No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh!

[Outro]

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