[Intro]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 1]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy, love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin' stomach
You niggas better take side with Young Money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
Oh, I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a monster, man
I'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wilin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back, I am
So ready for whatever that awaits me
Run up in your place while you're sleepin', awake thee
Calicoes, AK's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin' your arms and losin' your knees
I am takin' names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin'
AR hit ya truck, got ya hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And I'ma have to sing you this song, yeah
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do
With a little red dot, nigga, peek-a-boo, ooh
Shhh, the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street while you tying ya shoe
Like bang, bang, say breathe, nigga, breath
I stand over the body with the boy in his tee
Say bang, bang, say breathe, deep breath
I stand over the body with the boy in his chest, clear
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause ya boy up and left
Life is short, enjoy what ever is left
Then you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds, I'll pull a .380
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your face
Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like ew!
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Bridge]
Up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die
Hit him up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die
Say up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit a nigga, like that you gotta die
Say up, down, front, back, side to side
Do a nigga, like that you gotta die, woah
[Outro]
Weezy F Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is The Carter for you
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