Banned from T.V.
Ugh arms
Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking
Easy with the hating
Bitch, I’m in the building
You just decorating
I’m just detonating, then I get blatant
More dangerous than internet dating
Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off
I'll put your sister on
I'll knock your bro off
Weezy spit snowballs
Catch it in your face bitch
Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith
Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow
I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow
Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
And if you stay with him
Then y’all in the same boat
Deep Water Carter, fishing for a dollar
You can join the salad
I’m splitting your tom-a ta
Ball 'cause I gotta
You’ll love me in the morning
I told her I'm a king
Them other niggas Prince Charming
She love to rock my mic
She say there's nothing like performing
Man, I'm in love with her grill
George Foreman
Forewarning: Young Money’s armed
And we can shoot it out
I got the money drawn
Yeah! Take that to the bank with you
I rock my hat to the
Side like I paint pictures
Smoke weed, talk shit, like Lane Kiffin
Whole country in recession
But Wayne different
Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider
Haven’t drove it one time
I got a cool Black driver
Can't walk around with guns
I got a dude that got 'em
Don’t worry if I'm shootin' as long
As you don't get shot (Arms)
And I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull
I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled
I I'm a beast, I'm a big bull
I got my money right, I got my clip full
Haha
Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, nigga
I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga
Stop the track let me relish in the moment
Nigga now, bring that motherfucker back
'cause I’m zoning, nigga
I go hard like Rafael Nadal
And if the bitches worth having
Then I bet we have 'em all
And man, I'm so high
It's like an everlasting fall
And I’m charging these hoes
Like women basketball
Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right
Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite
Superhero car, like I crime-fight
I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice
Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script
Like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those hitmen
He stopped running the bullet holes didn’t
Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster
'Til the fat lady sing I come to kill a opera
Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter
My words keep going, like a teleprompter
I’m a asshole wipe me down, bitch
I get big checks Niketown, bitch
Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit
And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms)
Ugh, T, I can't stop goin'
Drop my best shit
Like the Cowboys dropped Owens
I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker
I know it no Ceilings, Goddammit, now the
Fucking sky showing, ugh!
Ha ha hahaha!
