I got young money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this b**h
Tell my n***as throw them b's up
Doin what the f** I want
Hate me all the f** you want
Real n***as f** with me and I don't give a f** who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, f**
Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush
Drink till I throw up
n***a roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit em with the shotgun
Call that sh** the stock bu*t
Call me doctor carta
Aka young wild n***a
Aka no trial n***a
AK click clack Pow n***a
f**in with the kid you'll be missin like balile n***a
Yeah, swagga stupid
Pack a Uzi
Twenty clips n***a, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as kool-aid
Cr??mbrule
I'm sharp as blu-ray
I f** her today
Then she gotta skate,young lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the twos on me, n***a screw face
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's n***a on every suitcase
YM n***a, it's a new day
We the champions, n***a hooray
Hammer in the Loui'd up
Take the n***a's b**h, she give me brains until I knew enough
Will it come too fast to adjust
I don't give a f** about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers and chef up the game
sh** on the track, sh** on the train
Murder the beat, the beat is slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He k**in everybody's song
Versatile as f**, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb
No h*mo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now you won't know what I'll be on
Get off my dick, my co*k,my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No h*mo no mighty comb
Smokin on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella provolone
f** her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, go
Sorry baby but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call it two faced
b**h I'm two great
Take your food tray
I was born on dooms-day
Ain't no n***a like me
Wa**up to my gang
Big B's like a brightling
Take a n***a's b**h she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
The f** you n***as wanna do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for f** what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Okay let's do it