[Verse 1]
 Fuck nigga
 My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
 Keep stuntin with your bitch ass
 You’ll get jacked and Jilled, nigga
 Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
 I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
 I’m spendin money, spendin money
 Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
 Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
 She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin
 That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
 And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin
 That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
 There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
 She give me brain, brain like trivia
 I got a black bitch and a red bitch
 I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
 Chopper knock your face off
 Black shades, Ray Charles
 I be killing young hoes
 I got your ho up in my graveyard
 I ain’t working with a full deck
 But I pull out that Ace card
 She grab that dick with 2 hands
 Like she about to pray for it
 Clips hanging, no curfew
 Fuck you and who birthed you
 I’m shining like church shoes
 Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood
 I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum
 She opened her mouth: water fountain
 When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean
 Bitch, I’m drowsy
 Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about
 I got bars, nigga
 And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]
 Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
 Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly – ha!
 Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
 Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary
 Smoke that weed, let’s get irie
 Nigga shut up, that bitch got a silencer
 Top of the gun there is a scope
 I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
 Truckfit my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
 I’m getting my dick sucked
 I blow weed like it’s dust!
 Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
 Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
 Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
 I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli
 That Mack-11 necessary
 I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
 No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
 They say your friends are your enemies?
 Well, my friends are imaginary
 I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
 My ride cold and my bitch hot
 I’m tired as hell but my dick not
 I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop
 Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
 Y’all niggas act like lady cops
 My niggas smoke like coffee shops
 That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
 Gunfight, I’ll knock you out
 My bitch titties is poppin out
 We poppin up and we get it poppin
 Mask on, gloves on
 Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
 Like Nicki’s ass
 Smoking on that sticky bag
 Weezy F: I’m big and bad
 Small feet, but I kick your ass
 I’m the trigger man, that shooting star
 Eat that pussy like caviar
 She treat that dick just like a straw
 How you like them apples, Microsoft?
 Now wipe it off..
 I do Liv on Sundays: church!
 Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
 Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
 I got the ball, playing keepaway
 Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
 Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
 It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
 Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
 Hit a nigga with a million shots
 What you call that? A million bucks
 Good weed, we pass around
 Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
 It’s Young Money, Cash Money
 Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!<br />
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			         Thanks to d