(with Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Lil Chuckee]
Man...Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog
Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherf**er!
It's Tunechi Jr. b**h!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!
[Verse 1: Lil Chuckee]
Turn my motherf**in' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherf**in' lights on
This ain't a dick, this a motherf**in' python
And if it's war call me, f** Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all n***as to sit
Big a** house, no room for bullsh**
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such they can s** my dick
Cause I got a lot of s**m if you need it, s**m if you need it
I made you go crazy for no f**in' reason
I beat you p**y n***as up 'til you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, f** it, go ahead bleach 'em
Diarrhea, I'm running this sh**, I'm just gettin' my laps on
All my n***as strapped up and y'all p**y n***as got strap-ons
b**h we breed this 5-stars, b**h we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get f**ed by 5 stars!
She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid a** walk home
I k** the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherf**in' Super Dome
You know I'm a f**in' beast, yeah I'm a f**in' creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the f**ing streets
Two fingers in her p**y, then I tell her p**y, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's s** Me!"
Introduce you to T if your stupid a** lucky
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy
All my n***as on gas, Quik Trip
And all my n***as gon' blast this sh**
See, all y'all n***as doin' bad and sh**
So really I'mma act a f**in' a** this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your a**
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this sh** was over
Got paper like a f**in' school folder
If her gra** ain't cut, get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them b**hes it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this b**h, they gon' know my f**in' name
Birdman Jr. Junior! f** a dog, b**h I got a puma
Man these n***as' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame a** boys don't want no trouble, p**y n***as just a bunch of s**ers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherf**er
Man I'm about to act an a** and this sh** here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!"
b**h I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I co*k that nina nine, you better not co*k block me
YM be the sh**, I say, "Damn everybody else"
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said, "It's your time n***a"
You heard what the f** the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg
Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my sh** under arrest
I'm gone!
[Outro]
Mike turn the mic off dog!
f**, I'm just playing around dog
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!