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

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

[Lil
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with
Let my nine-millimeters your peoples
up in your house 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 come these niggaz keep the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy firmin your girl?
Turnin the on the orange and teal, Bentley drop
Then put that up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggaz in the pen, I for freedom
And this for all my niggaz bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse I come
Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, the place
the face, automatic attach to waist
You bastards play? 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 they get it at
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn
Henny and ice is what I prefer but light on the
I pack clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, coke involved then 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
while your grandma Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) slim like Ethiopia
If you want drugs, I got more than Fruitopia
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than
Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin back, ha?

- 2X