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[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like
We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with
We ran in habitats with masks and gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of your gal and make her
Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, blast and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' to bang niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain,
Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves,
If you out, you can find me on the street with the
If it's a drought, you can me on the street with the work
Never slip I half a clip deep in your shirt
And put your whole deep in the dirt
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' with 'em?
Who wan' creep 'em?
And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em 'cause it get with 'em
And when it comes to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Wayne]
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters your peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to Renita
me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz burnin the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy firmin your girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley
Then I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit block
Tell mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my in the pen, I hope for freedom
And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse I come
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, the place
Blast the face, automatic to waist
You bastards play? it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and off with your head
A nigga gon' get it right, or they get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I but light on the rocks
I pack them clips on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then your throat's
I get the toaster and roll up and most of y'all
Me and my Super Sosa, run up in your crib
while your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and her
If you (?) chances like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more flavors Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than
Cause one from the mac'll have blood your back, ha?

- 2X