Uh!
Yeah!
Ok long as money short as temper
Big f**in' gun soft a** trigger
WEEZY F BABY and the F is for f** dem hoes, got you girl walking
round my crip in her under
clothes, white man money
tight pants tugging
p**y think'it's sweet then I sprite can crush'em
I ain't got nutthin' but
some weed and some b**hes you n***az ain't eatting clean a** dishes
Gangster Grillz b**h,
I am still the
dentist hit this mutha'f**a like
Willy Migenise,
I I coach the Winners
they throw Gatorade on me silent 4,5
potatoehead on it, ask me how I'm doing
dead dead homie
these b**hes on my
back I fade away on'em
Young Yung Tune
no bugs bunny b**h
and as long as I got a voice
I'm talking YOUNG MONEY sh*t n***a!!!