[Verse 1: Thugga]
I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped, co*ked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a n***a for his work
Then stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax
b**h, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
Shoot off your Sedan Lac
n***a, I demand stacks
I ain't playing black
b**h, I be spraying Macks
All type of guns with accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
p**y n***as can't stand next to me
I've got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies
Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas
n***as ain't OG, scary lil b**h, please
Put your p**y in the pan, Friskies
[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy]
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these n***as kissing a**, but they can't say sh**
I'm just here to separate
The real from the fake sh**
I told you, I was coming in
I'm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money man
It's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don't wanna be up in that place
My grandmom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can't stop f**ing with these hoes
When I say I'm just doing me
b**h, I'm a Ninth Ward n***a
Mason street, D & G
That Florida right by the D
Need to free my n***a B
I ain't the type of person to be
Running from no beef, those f**ing guns
Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody
Off their feet
So watch your f**ing mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you're hard cause
You know you've been a ho
I told you out the gate I'm not the fake
I gotta say, please excuse
Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
[Verse 3: Flow]
Money over b**hes, b**h I'm coming for the check
Vampire living, b**h I'm coming for your neck
Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X
I'm a motherf**ing monster, I rap like I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a b**h, hold that down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I'm an Eastside native, all my n***as Soo Woop'n
They went crazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
b**h, get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
f** your producer, I'm the one who be
Producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
co*k the semi
Drop you like an Otterbox
They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket
k** a n***a, have him thinking that he planking
[Verse 4 : Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny a** jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong
Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**ing team on
Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
f** you ho-a** n***as, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed
Looking for a b**h to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf**ing overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes
Ask them b**hes, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull them hammers out and run them n***a's like stockings
Got some n***as from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch