Various Artists - 10,000 Bars lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Go Weezy Wee, b**h S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground Muhf**a, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg I got it, it's right here, listen [Verse 1] Holla I'm off the rocks squat the box dont rock the spot The Sqad pop 'em I'ma f** with the hottest Diamonds droppin' temperature, b**h I'm one of the finest And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you f**in'? Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something With no heart for b**hes like ??? or something I be the true to nothing thorough n***a, young, raw, and famous Get money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning Spittin' game through the platinum smile You can see the f** I be saying from half a mile How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models Poppin' bottles with p**y poppers that gobble until they swallow See I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes Cause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes I comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes Heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies Miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat Weezy sh**, this our click You 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at All of a sudden n***as gs, why the f** is you trippin'? I co*k and shoot up one of your knees, why the f** is you trippin'? You listening? I'm official pimpin' Be lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades I'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin' Big f**ing cannon, holding me back With some sh** from off the Discovery Channel on my back My n***as drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby" I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, f** 'em, and duck 'em But now I'm more mature, I f** 'em, f** 'em, and f** 'em Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray Aww f**... Huh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e Weezy on e, mami cummin' on me The diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light You do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice And I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it I been had dough before I was recorded Started to order you a Mercedes C 240 But I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me [Interlude] It's whatever, holla I ain't stopping, I ain't stopping Check it, check it [Verse 2] Muhf**a bet' not f** with this n***a I'm itching, clutching the trigger Muhf**a you can end up in a river, sh** I'm like a tornado I'm twisted off of sh** And my pistols off my hip but I give a sh** about who I hit, f** I'm f**ed up, I'll f** you up for f**ing up Guns up like "What's up?", get your f**ing guts cut Tough luck bruh Wonder why your b**h act stuck up? Cause the s*ut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her f**ing bu*t Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane n***a can't tell me nothing 'bout the game Been in that deep sh**, every year I'm M. V. P It's just in me Rims on the 'Lac like 22 inches Play with me, I open up your back like 22 inches Guerrilla pimpin' And it really isn't wise for n***as to start poppin' At any given time them n***as could start droppin', peep it I'm off the strip muhf**a what you want? This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk n***as be like Mase and go to Church But I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt Holla at me, I'm the don b**h Look we can get it on b**h Gotta get another rap to flow on b**h... Hold up, aight, aight, aight Listen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards And if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards This big spending, see the heads on them dollars It's big pimpin', you see your b**h lipstick red on my boxers Choppers pop at any time for any given reason Leave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement Freedom, we ride on them b**hes, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive And if anyone of you n***as better get defensive, your care will get intensive Shot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson I spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set Cause I'm all about money co*ks**er, my life a check I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya I spit 16 after ya like I rap with y Put your chest in the back of ya You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't f** with him Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war b**h n***as is hoes, like they take long dick I wave chrome sh** at home, sh**, make domes split And may I say these fake n***as on some Ray Charles sh**, blind to the fact 9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats It's rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ? Don't try me cat, I take this sh** beyond the rap And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat But f** the bullsh** I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut You hatin' us? We tape you up I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin' bucks Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up Muhf**a [Interlude] Oh, oh sh**, oh sh** What they want? I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy? Check it, check it [Verse 3] Lil' n***a pa** slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty" f** with me I'll show your chest no mercy Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean Bring action to these fake a** n***as like movie scenes I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things I'll get you different d** mixed up like Smoothie King The heavy platinum j**elry bling over the white tee Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey I'm so exciting Money, murder, steal, k**, rape You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates This whole world gon' end up with some bad f**ing tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, f**ing screw you Treat you like a b**h, b**h look at me while I do you [Interlude] Ok, ok, homie, ok Peep it out, Squiddad Let me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll And let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out S-Q-A-D [Verse 4] Don't fool with any n***as like me We pull triggers like weeds Swigger off the Piña Colada Dreams of having cream and the power You need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with And got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin For any discomfort the Ninas is sparking Be in your apartment, many a**ault men and semi-revolvers Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green If you intervene I'll leave your a** colder than Winter And y'all just look like b**hes You get f**ed then I nut up And just like b**hes, I leave you face down and bu*t up n***a what up? I just bought a record to say f** Hip-Hop I spit it for them n***as who grip Glocks Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income f** with me, watch the outcome n***as don't wanna hear the Glock rung [Interlude] That's that real sh**, that's- K, ok, ok Yea, holla at me, holla at me This for all these n***as, you know me Listen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it It's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd Holla at us, holla at us, holla at us Can't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it Check it, check it [Verse 5] Playboy I pimp huge See the whip cruise on big shoes Slide out the sh**, cool, frostbit j**els like igloos See Weezy gets loot, that be why your b**h choose But dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice I stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather They gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure I tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word I say with a Herpes dick, n***a f** the world I be with n***as that could get me years I be with hoes and b**hes that favor Britney Spears Listen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up With a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up You think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts n***as watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhf**a I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't pa**ing the ball You other n***as just be crashing the boards With a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star And let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all I'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the sh** I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident Last name Carter like Vince and sh** But I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes Cadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna Plus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor Let's get this partna, I'm the young don these n***as honor And those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel It's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer Libel to find my condom inside of dry vagina I'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona A minor with intentions to harm ya, holla [Interlude] Ok, ok Switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up Listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money Puff holla at me [Verse 6] Homeboy it's Sqad sh** It's gon' be Sqad sh**, swallow it He who disrespect, hollows follow him Flash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling Blast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen Seriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men Turn 'em against you and make 'em k** ya mom and them, don't f** with me Buck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire Wrist looking like blue fire Piña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider Holla at me, you know you know me Got out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me Blow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that My n***as still get puffed out, I catch the contact I'm kinda f**ed up, f** with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda f**ed up I leave you f**ed up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad sh**, b**h [Interlude] Oh sh**, I ain't finished Oh sh**, I ain't finished I ain't finished Duke Check it, listen [Verse 7] I come up from a sh** deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow" Get down or you dying, n***as tote iron Got that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds And you might get served if it's proper enough Or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something A baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred Have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running Type of life I live, Gotti would love it Sqad property buddy, some young n***as with a mafia budget Can't nobody put nobody above it And if they do, they find they body with your body above it f** it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter f** it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the f** you n***as buggin'? The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your f**ing jucket (jacket) Call me Weezy you b**h [Interlude] Ok, ok The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap How the f** I'ma do that? Holla at me, if you feel me holla at me Sqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me I'm a real n***a, you know, you know me D. J. Riddaj Smoove 'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft You know me, let's go Is y'all ready? Check it out, check it out [Verse 8] Listen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear sh** co*kin' Better get flocking or get gotten Dawg I speak with the gun, n***a's holla in the street like "What's up?" I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the f**" The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do You f** with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue Now who seeing me? Not a person Got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs No studio with me, true I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper The tool co*ked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese [Interlude] Dude, dude, who you know f**ing with me man? Check it, check it [Verse 9] What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don Real n***a dude, I promise that to God When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt n***as show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt Yes, expect the worse when you f** with the Squad right Pull you out your car at a stoplight Catch you in the waist, make you my height This sh**'s not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life Can you see that? Properly under my seat is where the heat at Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til The Lord take us We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful Cross the gate b**h and we rape you Ain't nothing sugar n***a we all salt f** y'all and that's y'all fault [Interlude] Holla at us Man this Sqad sh** is real, real biddig Ooo sh** I ain't - oh, oh, oh Check it, check it, check it Follow me Listen [Verse 10] Homie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk Die for my Sqad, k** for my dough My attitude is f** b**hes, f** haters, f** cops My real father is a ho, my attitude is f** pops I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops And I'm a young n***a, I don't even know how to do the bus stop But I got my money right When I hit the club, make it a sunny night See the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight Watching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right? Pull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright Keep my sh** spaghetti tight Playboy put the hood on that We buy sports cars and put the f**in' hood on that My bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that Any place, you be careful cause I could own that Moët and E, I'm good on that Your b**h looking at me, I should bone that Y'all n***as know where the f**ing don at, holla [Interlude] Holla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee Yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, check it, check it [Verse 11] S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die Muhf**a bust one in your eye Flip pies, I used to do that sh** in like '95 But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001 I ride cars that's 2000 and fun You know the motherf**ing whip be cruising on sh**, 22's And hoes be losing they mind, boy [Interlude] It's about to come, it's about to come What y'all want? What y'all want? Check it, check it Fee Fee Favorite [Verse 12] Flippin' in a whippa Peel the top back like a zipper Skippin' on them chrome dip slippers Rippin' on the lips of a stripper If that's your b**h mister don't kiss her If so you might as well kiss a pistol Cause all I do is shoot off in her whistler She finna get my name on her sh**ter And I ain't even hit her My n***a Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda Forget her, another b**h just paged in Weezy blazing, come through in something amazing I ball so good I need a sports agent Look at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong? My j**elry's like a white boy, always stoned I got a big home but I'm always gone That's why your bath towels is always gone Hoes I meet nowadays panties always gone And baby after I f** I'm always gone [Interlude] I mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla b**h I can't love you Holla, hahaha Listen [Verse 13] Homie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head So all I'm feeling is air on my head With some ho that you might know, she s**ing all the air out my head Meet you close to knock you square out your head Sip the Cris' to clear out my head and try to get my loot up In Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer Plus the prices is cooler I Come back through the hood with that dirty And tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies Got b**hes in they 30's calling Weezy poppa But Weezy not daddy b**h, cause Weezy in and out ya Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give sh** about ya And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya How about you be a good b**h, and take these pies I just cooked up And tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs I gets high 'til I can't focus But a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhf**a [Interlude] Holla, sh**, holla, oh sh**, oh sh** Boy, boy, boy Ok [Verse 14] I spit it for them n***as who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor Any beefs involving homie, your momma Homie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour Spark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers Smell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us We do just what the neighborhood have shown us We murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it n***as won't do sh** about it Wave the pistol, get the b**h up out 'em I'm off the ????, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford Any problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him Hit the block with bricks of powder What you know 'bout doing that? And splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact Dawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead I'll make you hip out when them f**in' bullets dig in your leg Positive n***as talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody Y'all love Mos Def, I love f**ing John Gotti, holla [Interlude] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aight Listen [Verse 15] I wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists No rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes Wish my Sqad live happy I wish my kids grow stronger than me I wish my momma live longer than me I wish the cops stay off the corner this week I wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease I wish them n***as who ain't got sh** would stop hating on n***as who got sh** And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac sh** I wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive I wish for Heaven gates to enter Wish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center My seats, floor me Wish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe When I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns Wish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns I wish these hoes stop lying I wish these n***as stop lying Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying [Interlude] f** it. That's just some sh** I wish for, f** it Aight. That what you want? Aight, listen, listen [Verse 16] I wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records I wish I ain't have to sell records f**, I wish I ain't have a jail record Wish every b**h gave head I wish I could've saved Dad I wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man I wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck Wish hoes wouldn't s** dick and try to kiss down my neck Wish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that b**h I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that I wish there wasn't no droughts I wish there wasn't no f**ing coke ?? I wish Shyne, Suge, and f**in' – oh sh** [Interlude] Don't stop it though sh**, boy f**in' D. J. Raj Smoove haha Listen [Verse 17] n***a respect Weezy I leave everyone of you bustas to suffer f** with me I'll touch any f**er you got love for The Sqad's a motha – shut your dicks**ers Kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature [Interlude] Oh I can't do that one Ok, ok What you know about Weezy dawg? What the f** y'all know about Weezy? Holla at me, holla at me, holla at me Let's switch it up Holla at me, Weezy is the muhf**in' don Don't get it tangled or twisted Your head will get splitted Tell the whole world that I did it You bullsh**ted We don't front; is Sqad sh** exactly what you want? We bring it to your head and your - Boy, boy, check it [Verse 18] n***a we peel guns, and homie we fear none Intentions to k** some, from b**hes to children For real we will come inside of your buildings With Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some Let them 4s blaze My n***as blows haze Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay Be dying the worst way Who want it? You b**h you Sqad is the official sh** Pistols spit behind little sh** I get a bad b**h who lick And keep her posted up on the low She never cook pork but only cook coke Die for respect and hope, look beyond I'm a celebrity Hold moms for ransom, head sold separately I'm a ape dawg Trapped in the jungle, can't escape dawg But I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball And I ain't worrying ‘bout balin' no more, I'm past that stage 18 years old, I got cash that age [Interlude] Who f**in' with me? I'm 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhf**a sh**, ok, ok, listen This how we gon' do it S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T Ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha I like that, I like that Lay low muhf**a [Verse 19] I can't live forever And so forever I'll forever be thuggin' And if there's ever any trouble then the metals be bustin' I swear to God, let ‘em be f**in' with me and see something My Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin' We peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle Big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you n***a Bricks go for 10 gs on street value Patience is fragile, n***as be glad to come smash you The S Cla** is casual for the summer Let me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels [Interlude] Holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me n***a we gon' be here for a long time ‘Cause we done been here for a long time Now who want it – some problems? Uhh, uhh, oh sh** I ain't finished Check it, check it I'ma free' ‘til the bars' gone, free' ‘til the bars' gone Holla at me [Verse 20] Ready for the track to switch up b**h play with me I'll smack your b**h up b**h s** my dick up ‘Til she get the hiccups *Hiccups*, excuse you ho Now I got to lose you ho You know how Sqad dos you ho Move you through the sh** smooth and slow Now you gotta do the whole click You know how to f**in' go, s** the whole dick Catch the whole nut until you never don't spit This some freestyle sh** until the track gone b**h I'll f** you ‘til your back gone I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone Rap on [Interlude] Oh, I'ma rap on Oh, I'ma rap on Oh, we gon' take it back to the streets with this one [Verse 21] 17th Ward n***a My balls thicker, scars and hard liquor Revolve quicker if I'm involved in war n***a f** the laws and f** peace We all live raw And we duck them boys and run streets This sh** won't cease You got a problem when you f**in' with Weezy the don nukka ‘Cause this sh** that I palm in my arm is going blucka And I'm young but a wise n***a But in the meanwhile I'm wild going at it f** it, tryna join my daddy Automatic weapons, pow You can call the paramedics now And if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds I'm repping Hollygrove to my f**ing grave woa' And chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low We can't let the feds know nothing We keep it quiet as kept If someone frontin' you find him dest [Interlude] I'm sorry What the f** is “find him dest”? I meant, “If someone frontin' you find his d**h” d**h 7, S. Q Holla at us, check it [Verse 22] Pistols burning Pop the barrel, turning It got the f*ggots squirming We closing any open shop we ain't concerned in Coke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled And dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble Get a bad b**h to hustle and move product And split them n***as quick as f** if them dudes try her Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough And behind the dough I k** whoever stand behind the door You ain't tryna go that route with the Sqad, it's rough, I promise We kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils We reside inside the S. Q. bombers And we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas So stay from ‘round us And to be honest, ain't nothing for me to do away with you I be the same n***a that blow a Tre with you Then let a K hit you f** you n***a, I ain't got no love for none of y'all Make you my underdog, put you under dawg [Interlude] Under dawg, holla This sh** we doing is under dawg Man, listen [Verse 23] b**h I'm explosive All this n***as know this Weezy, I'm your woadie Holla, guns is toted Never f**ing loaded But I keep more E You know how I do it b**h, I do it for me I do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps I do it for Sqad I do it ‘cause I ride I do it ‘til I die I never gets high I'm always on my toes I never f** b**hes, I never f** hoes But I only gets my dick s**ed That's because I got a real b**h that's on my siddide Down with the Squiddad [Interlude] Oh, oh that my n***a Six Shot Yeah, bout to run it Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Check it, check it Listen [Verse 24] I do just what I motherf**in' want I never live with regrets I speak from the sh** that bleed on the left side of my chest Take heed to the sh** that gleam on the left side of my waist Or take three to the left side of your face A multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s A hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates They f**ing with me, I'm predicting d**h on them snakes I ride in a frenzy Ride in a Benzy f** it, tryna fire my enemies Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me I spit that filthy sh** That gutta, guilty until proven guilty sh**, get back at me Let's just spit rapidly at chests, you better f**ing halt Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults [Interlude] Holla at me mothaf**e, holla at me Holla at me muhf**a, holla at me Holla at me muhf**a, holla at me That's my n***a, yeah Listen, listen [Verse 25] This is for the Sqad I sip Moët with This is for the Sqad that I pop X with This is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with This is for my Sqad that I usually fools with This is for Lil' Jay, this is for Lil' Yo This is for Lil' T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though This is for my n***a Sam, all call him Supa This is for my n***a Tez, stupid a** n***a [Interlude] Haha holla, holla I was feeling that one, that was real nice Was real nice Ok, ok Listen [Verse 26] We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets And clocks with beams co*ked and f** with me - seeing doctors The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers Pa**ing green and brown chocolate like John Stocktan Who stopping these lil' n***as? Nobody, it's impossible Find me in a Benz – aqua blue Rims colossal dude And right under the seat's a Glock or two Don't make me pop at you And got two Hawaiian tropical b**hes that will swallow you People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?” I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge Listen, I've had loot since a kid I ain't just start having dough As a matter of fact, I started having dough I'ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats I bet he choke [Interlude] What you don't know? It's Weezy the Squiddon squiddy Get with it Holla at us Oh sh**, holla at me Ya, ya, ya What these n***as know about that n***a Weezy? What these n***as know about that n***a Weezy? Fat, I got us Is you ready? What these n***as know about that n***a Weezy? Not a muhf**in' thing They don't know that I got a muhf**ing thing right up inside my pants and I'm ready to make a b**h dance Holla at me listen [Verse 27] n***a f** with me, get washed away Glocks and revolvers spray Cats get they corners blazed Blast with enormous Ks Understand Weezy be the don an ain't no fading him Play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium Beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly Unleash this pop one in your b**h Victoria Secre- ‘Atures creepin' without the lights on Doo rag, G Nikes on Hope the choir sing your a** a nice song n***as ain't tryna collide with the Squiddad It is not wise I'm robbing your block with Glock 9s Pull out, co*k, pop moms Drop bombs You n***as ????????? Sqad b**h, ain't no replacing me Come to take sh** We be on some money make sh** Simply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason Have you parents in the front emergency room pacing Crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say “Miss your motherf**in' son didn't make it”, holla *Moans* all y'all better know no disrespecting Weez' Come to your f**ing street and k** families Holla at this muhf**in' n***a You know me And ask your b**h, she blow me You know I'm in love with Kobe And Hovi [Interlude] Ok, ok What they want? Check it, check it [Verse 28] n***a it's pistol play regardless of the matter I'm a heartless lil' ba*tard Since Rabbit died my life's been darkened and shattered f** all of you f*ggots Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhf**a It's Lil' Weezy in the flesh n***a, Hollygrove candidate Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family sh** n***as ain't understanding it but they will in a minute Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis I'ma stay trill for the spinach Tremendous when I'm on that green sh** Menace when I'm on that green sh** for that green sh** I'ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine sh** My appearance is ? sh**, but I got Korean chips f** with me I blast you idiots Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhf**a [Interlude] Muhf**a, ok, it's real time It's real time I know what song next I f**in' know what song next Check it, check it "n***a I crash parties crash-" Oh I ain't know that was next I ain't know that was next I really didn't know that was next Sorry. I'ma freestyle to it [Verse 29] Ok ain't no n***a like this n***a Weezy Ain't no click like the Sqiddy Sqeezy You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot And if a muhf**a f** with us we shoot We do the things, we do it big, we ride big And if a muhf**a f** with us he die quick I make your momma and your child spit up blood I make sh** come up to your thighs This the Squad I don't f** with n***as I only f** with six n***as I only f** with rich n***as I only f** with C. M. B. dawg And they only f** with Weezy Wee dawg I'ma freestlyle ‘til the beat's gone I'ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone I'ma do this sh** ‘til I'm gone And I'ma rhyme on, muhf**a Here's my dick, you can climb on [Interlude] f**, holla at me, holla at me Full of that Mo' Now I'm full of that dro Yeah, yeah; what's next Smoove? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sh**, sh**, oh, oh, oh, sh**, sh** Check me, check me Listen [Verse 30] I'm a outlaw I'm quick on the draw I'm from the motherf**ing graveland 17th Ward I go hard, these n***as can't play with me I got a whole bunch of guns, you can't spray with me I spit this sh** like a K spit rapidly I make your f**ing family live unhappily Who the f** wan' f** with Weezy? They know what I'm f**ing ‘bout They know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth I keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit But this f**ing sh** I roll with ain't got no gimmicks This Sqad sh** ‘til the motherf**ing end you b**h And I'll k** your motherf**ing best friend you b**h I put the - Oh sh**, I ain't ‘bout to finish spittin' I ain't ‘bout to finish ripping it up I'm about to giving it up to my n***a motherfu - Oh, oh, we living it up We doing it real f**ing big We will k** f**ing kids If you ever f** around with these mill' f**ing ‘ions [Interlude] You get it? Mill' f**in' ‘ions Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh What they know about me? Listen Got some sh** coming Y'all n***as, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare ‘Cause here it come, ok Let's do it Oh sh**, oh sh** What you know about that n***a Lil' Weezy? Oh sh**, oh sh** What you know about me? Listen [Verse 32] n***a I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence That's what I die with I pop sh**, don't f** with Sqad sh** We on some mob sh** Some lil' n***as who seem harmless, but nah b**h Glocks spit behind anything b**h lick anything ‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates' piggy bank Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip With Limo tints to hide me in the whip Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan' see where your head at In other words I don't wanna f**, I wan' see where your head at You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I'll f** you, f** it Lounging in bubble Rocky watch resemble mountains or something Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum'n Aye, when you f**in' with me you f**in' with cheese You f**in' with Streets, you f**in' with heat You f**in' with Sqad, you f**in' for free You touching your knees And if you hate, you'll be lucky to breathe Now how you like lookin'? When the double gauge is ???? you get your f**in' life token Despite the business, f** rap Picture block on a motorcycle wheeliing But the Glock ain't right for kidneys I don't like you b**hes, I hate you hoes Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes Then replace you hoes, that's the type of sh** that makes you hoes All the women in this nation hoes Hot since my creation woa' Who the f** want him? b**h n***as with no nuts on ‘em I got pistols with blood on ‘em Whips with dubs on ‘em n***as with chips and d** on ‘em Got b**hes with hips and tits on ‘em Lips with dicks on ‘em Chicks with bricks on ‘em Chicks with chicks on ‘em I'm big sh** homie, wide body chrome 6 Get dome while driving home, sh**, sh**, sh** This sh**, Weezy Sqad sh**, sh** Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, sh** Pimp sh**, no spit sh**, raw sh** A bunch of Lil' Waynes in your f**ing jaw sh** [Interlude] Holla at me, I'm still not done Holla at me, check it, I'm still not done n***a holla at me, holla at me Listen, listen, listen [Verse 33] Don't get it twisted ‘cause I'm younger than most I come with the toast Get it hot like summer was close I'm hanging out the Hummer with Sos' Exploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness' Sober? Forget it This C. M. B. thing, I'm over committed The youngest soldier come with it co*k back, guns put holes in your fitted n***a I told you to quit it I load it with 50 I blow ‘til it's empty The dro and Henny got me lokin' and limpin' Ropin' up when I drink ‘til I'm over the limit Hoppin' out the Rover with Semis Wildin' out, go straight to your momma's house With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out Now who hating? n***as cheapskating, underestimating The heat take him, put him under extra pavement Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like - [Outro: Lil Wayne] Whoo, whoo, f** it That's 10000 bars for y'all b**hes Holla at me Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove And that's the end of that story One sh** Man, man"