[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah
Ok, I walk up in the club
Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad b**h on my arm
With a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I
G-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid
And my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts
With money stacks and large amounts
What the f** you n***as talkin' bout
Cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans
It ain't a thing
Lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing
And let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin'
Purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin'
And I'm tryin' to f** every hottie
Get her to the crib
And make her f** everybody
You know the team
It's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game
So it's f** everybody
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Married to the MOB
Bury you alive
My girl p**y feel like
Heaven to a God
And I came in this b**h with my n***as
Kidnap the baby and the f**in' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me
Don't give a f** bout what you doin'
Blood gang, b**h
Big B's, Boston Bruins
I could do this sh** eyes closed
Nothin' to it
Bullets f** your body up
They ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your p**y a**
And everyone you in cahoots with
f** you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
f**in' right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don't know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot at ya head with them Uzis
I swear, your honor
I ain't a dealer, I'm a user
Ya dig?
I load up the Sig
Point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway
Throw you off the bridge
We don't give a f**
And we ain't never did
sh**, three words you never hear
"Let him live"
I'm in my own zone
It got me throwed off
I break these b**hes down
I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name
I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology
Sorry For The Wait