Renegades

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

You know the boy from the damb streets, respect and expect me, I pack that heat

Especially if you threaten me

I got niggas that are ready for bief, that'll knock your head in the streets

Man, I'm known to turn bold niggas into ho niggas

Drunk more liquor than old niggas you might see on the corners

Me and Mike the type that you might see on the corners

At night, we take flight, see us on the corners

People be on us, and say open containers

15 spppen

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Big heat in the palm of my hand

Touch my cheese, I'm offin your hand

When I bief, my niggas offer a hand

I ride alone, cause I'm off of the Xan

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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I'm a motherfuckin g

Come from under the smotherin of the slum

I'm bundlin up a ton, i'm pumpin it by that bump in the road

I'll leave you slumped in the road, if ever pumpin by my bump in the road

Come for no drama, i'm only tryna

Get up my dollars, my partners is screamin "sqad up"

I'm tryna get my squad up, holla at ya boy

I move so poised on old school boys

I'm a mack mami kill that noise

I got crack, chronic in that boy

I ain't just jumped off the porch, i been that boy

Fee- i'm a win that, boy

Don't even know where to begin that story about your woadie

I'm younger than kobe, vet like rob horry

I made it pop bubbly, your buddy is gettin chubbier than NORE

Honey say her hubby gettin boring

So honey be by money when you snoring

Stuff her from her gummies to her tummy to her ov'ries

It's over man, bet you don't know her man

Like the man from that hollygrove land that'll body yo man

My shotty fo cram hollow grams to yo noggo man

Head shot you mind boggled, man

I am the throwback young'n, about to bring it back to lotto's, fam

And bet i shit with multiple colored symbols

All of the shit i been thru, cause me to have my guards up over the god's mental

Raw deep dark top will offend you

500 confidential, a mark that the spark has been rekindled

Good morning i'm Tune, shorty the dude

Gucci border my shoes, hoochie all in my groove

Damn, wayne dookie hard on you fools, you gotta smell me

East landlord, shit go down you gotta tell me

Gangsta nigga, i ain't ya nigga

Nineteen, got game like an ancient nigga

Wayne came to paint your kitchen, drape your floors

Cover your ceiling, rape your whore

Smother your children, take your feelings, take your core

Shit, if this was the cell block i'd take your store

If this was the block i'd be moving a eighth or more

But i soar thru the block in that grape azure

I see hate galore

But i straight ignore

Because my cake is more

Peep how your date adore

Probly skate with yours

Take her straight indoors

Clean face, make her taste my pores

Give it to her till her waist is sore

Shake the boy

Go up in your lady raw, make your lady roar

And if she's as late as yours

I got snakes in my yard but i stay off the lawn

If a hater inform, take his head and his arm

Got the lead in my palm, infrared on the dome

Of the smith & wes

I aim at ya chest

I bang with the best

I hang with the S-Q killas

Niggas is gangsta to death

That's louis v from the ankle to neck

I move a v thru the block in the jects

No top, no shirt, people be like, "pac in the jects!!"

I don't stop in the jects

I got shop in the jects

Who knows? twelve hundred for two o's

Crew show, y'all hidin up

And when my crew show up, y'all squadin up