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[Lil

Huh


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

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

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

[Lil
I'm the Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my kill your peoples
Bust up in your and put the gun to lil' Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her
Wow (wow, wow) you can me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How these niggaz keep burnin the world
and why the this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then put that up and hop in the van and hit your 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 bricks, I got 'em cheaper
a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya me?

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

- 2X