Lethal Weapon (Intro)

[Verse]

I feel just like Boosie boo

Whole cup full of Beetlejuice

Couldn't drink my own problems if I wanted to

The shit gon' have to be a million proof

Hit a lick, jump back in my coupe

The weed don't work, that's when I boot

Paranoid don't trust nobody in my loop

Clown ass nigga wanna do what I do

Load the glick, strap, unless you boost

I know they against me working in cahoots

In the kitchen beat the shit outta deuce

I don't fuck with these niggas I don't even trust the deuce

Laying on the floor, staring at the roof

Percocets floating all in my juice

When BK died he left me the juice

You ridе for me like I ride for you

Up thе glick fast as fuck and shoot

Only feel normal when I'm on the boot

Flyer than a fuck like a parachute

Me and my bitch pull up pair of coupes

You up that glick, you better do it

My bitch real life she don't fuck with Hoovers

I knew you was pussy I took you from it

And I charged you extra to cook it for you

You play with my money, I ain't going looking

Slitherman, jump out your side bitch bushes

Real trap nigga I ain't with the bullshit

Mama ain't have it so I started juugin'

Turned out the way mama prayed I wouldn't

In these streets learned bout every lesson

Shit go left any given second

Everyday feel like BK leave a message

Told my mama you can stop stressing

Stick my wrist in the bowl and I scrape all the extra

Aunty said Papi you special

8th in a 15, give her a special

Glock-19 not a .38 Special

Spin the block by myself I do not need a helper

These 5.56's I'm knowing he felt 'em

These 5.56's they hit him and melt 'em

Come correct to the trap 'fore you leave in a stretcher

Most niggas gon' fold when they under the pressure

Don't fuck with these niggas they move like detectives

I up that bitch and shoot wherever

Pop me a perc when I'm under the weather

20 minutes later I'm feeling lil better

I thought BK ah never leave

Mama told me don't you ever say never

Shoulda seen unc face first time he smelled it

First he thought I couldn't catch it

Way I work my wrist I deserve a medal

Even cook the residue stuck to my bezel

I do what I want, these niggas jealous

I'm a boss by nature, I can't help it

If you see me fall don't try to catch me

Imma land on my feet, Papi Lucky Lefty

Come home late night throw my glick on the dresser

My bitch jump up just to undress me

When I'm out in the field she know not to stress me

I wish a nigga would try and test me

5.56 knock out your intestine

5.56 chop like machetes

5.56 clear your whole section

I'm the real Danny Glover with a Lethal Weapon