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[Lil

Huh


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

You liable to me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
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
through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in front of gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to niggas
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle rain, nigga
Flood the av quick the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the with the work
If it's a drought, you can me on the street with the work
Never slip I empty half a deep in your shirt
And put your clique deep in the dirt
me?

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

[Lil
I'm the Hot Boy on the field with heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil'
me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her sneakers
Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these keep burnin the world
and why the this nigga Weezy keep firmin your girl?
Turnin the on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
I'ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause gon' need 'em
you see them bullets that my glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I hope for
And this for all my niggaz bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga as a mouse when 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 play? Then it get awful and bad
There will be no walkin for dad, and it's off with your head
A nigga either gon' get it right, or get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass like 20 damn dice
Henny and ice is what I but light on the rocks
I pack clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, involved then your throat's involved
I get the and roll up and smoke most of y'all
Me and my nigga Super Sosa, run up in your
while grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like
If you want drugs, I got more flavors Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and udder than that
Cause one the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?

- 2X