[Intro: Lil Wayne]
No ceilings
No ceilings
No ceilings
My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ay, my milly rock, my milly pop - Bop!
Them n***as ain't hot, they petty wap
Sipping Barney, smoking Baby Bop
She's performing on the table top
Steph Curry, boy I'll take the shot
Bop-bop,) then I'll pull off and wave goodbye
I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die
My n***as wild like Omega Psi
My b**hes screaming "Ooh la la"
I tell my demons "Kumbaya"
Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka!"
Make a n***a say "Uhh, na-na-na-na-na"
I got money on my mental
Got them n***as in my rear view
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's
Drop dollars on your temple
Pop collars like a pistol
Drive back and forth for codeine
Put some mileage on the rental
Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel
Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno
I'm straight N.O
The U-N-O
Fast life, so uptempo
Oohwee, Presidential
In the Backwood
Eating Mentos
Smoke that loud like crescendos
Rep the mob like Di Nero
f**ing like a nympho
Save her info like a hero
Write you name on a bullet, she wrote my name on her dil*o
Smoking on that k** though
Got me happier than Gilmo'
I'm in chill mode
I'm in pill mode
I just f**ed your f**ing ear hole
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
No ceilings, whoa, no ceilings
Yeah, two
Yeah, two
Holler at them b**hes, Lucci Lou
[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
Give a f** about you haters
More concerned with stacking papers
Smoking bog and sipping Lakers
Watch your girl ‘cause I can take her
Drop the top, no ceilings as I'm plottin' on millions
With my n***as in this b**h
They like "f** it Lucci, get em"
I'm from that East side of New Orleans
Polo T's and Jordans
Where n***as dream to push foreigns
And all the hoes want ballers
I got the cheapest price on pearly white
If you need it n***a just call us
Long as you talking them dollars
I got it n***a, just holler
Still no job, b**h I ain't hurtin
Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin"
She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the rolly in her purse
Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work
I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt
She popped a bean, popping a**, can't keep it in her skirt
I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings
It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, n***a, no ceilings
[Verse 3: Turk]
No ceilings b**h, like an astronaut
Turk and Wayne back at it, n***a, we ain't gon' stop
Thuggin' n***a, it's thug life, 2Pac
My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks
I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime
p**y n***a keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time
Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind
f** you and your favors, know you see my grind
I kicked the habit, never thought I could
That sh** had me since fourteen
I was shooting up n***a on tour, f**ing up my dreams
f**ing off my green, f**ing off with these hoes
Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows
I'm back n***a, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat
Tell you p**y n***as that slept on me
"Hope you b**hes die in your sleep"
Free my brother BG
I'ma scream the sh** til he hit the streets
Til my brother Ralo RIP I got the n***a that's on YNT
[Outro: Turk]
No ceilings, yeah, n***a, n***a
No ceilings, yeah, f** with me it be a k**in'
Yeah, Young Turk, n***a
I'm Mister YNT, n***a