[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man all you p**y n***as drive me crazy
Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
All you haters on hands and jump off a building
I could still taste her p**y, memorabilia
Backpack full of artillery
1 milo equivalent
These n***as actin like lil b**hes
I dont understand this sh**, I could scribble it
Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it
Then tear her a** up like a puppet ticket
The end of the road is at walking distance
Have to get that blood off my hands at the faucet drippin
In yo face like a airbag in a car collision
My weed man so consistent
Im stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions
Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
n***a if you come here you gon slip and fall a victim to me
Yo b**hs sister makin pictures to me
Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in a bed
I shoot off in her mouth then she get the bullet uh
Skatin on em like Im Lil Wayne
And the weed so strong I can feel veins
Bite it down, take a picture, now feel afraid
The d** got me so numb I cant feel ashamed
And my girl at home with the mood swings
Girl I gotta make a few runs like Ussain
Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
Hungry n***as going at yo neck for that food chain
Drop some pills that make me sleepy
Hoes creep me in they TP
I hope that p**y taste like kiwi
Hope its nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie
Leavin a n***a body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed
With somebody weird backpack, thats E.T.
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope theyll disappear, where the f** is Houdini?
I got n***as on my side, you got n***as on yo back
Imma yell timber, money grow on trees
Money over queens, f** you blow me
I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
I dont really do sh** but sit back and call the shots
She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks
Red beam on yo head, thats a cherry on top
You dont wanna keep your cool, I know n***as thatll die uh
I danced with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow a motherf**er brains out
Flow on a n***a, Im about to brainstorm
Lil n***a Ill take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl, make em share the same dick
Its that motherf**in Dedication 5, I just hope Ill be alive to see a Dedication 6
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 2: Vado]
Ayo its levels to this sh**, levels to this sh**
Been doing MIA since Levels was the sh**
And n***as know Im on another level with this sh**
Im pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
All I need is a shovel and a ditch
You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
Run in his home and show me where the kids
Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
Thats me, ill n***a
Black creese AP, go trip n***a
Black jeans, great T, OTs n***a
Backstreet, everything go for 10 n***a
Keep quiet, beef with D5
Im in the streets like Rodney Kings rights
Mommy opposed their lead tight
On that old bullsh**, P minus
They scream and seize fire
My audible like Godfather meets Wire
Ive fallen in the whip
Rollin 3 6s, devil on trips
Shots whistled like a cuddle when its lip
Im tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
Call the Barney Rubble in the whip
Made to kick rocks, bull haze from ziplocks uh