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[Lil

Huh


Let's go, (Where you at, Wheezy?)

You to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick
or standin' a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick
And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got like bananas
We twist the bandanas, and at niggas with cannons
We ran in habitats masks and plastic gats
Stormin' the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!"
I flash the Mack in of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut! the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga and bang triggas
Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang
I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain,
Flood the av quick the quarters and halves, nigga
If you out, you can find me on the street the work
If it's a drought, you can find me on the with the work
Never slip I empty half a deep in your shirt
And put your whole clique deep in the
me?

(Hook-2x Wayne])
Who wan' with 'em?
Who wan' creep with
And when it comes to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em
See, we can sweep with 'em it get deep with 'em
And when it comes to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em

Wayne]
I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field heaters
Let my nine-millimeters kill peoples
Bust up in your house and put the gun to Renita
Give me the yay, or else I'ma put her in her
Wow (wow, wow) you can me in all black with no smile
Me, Turk, G'z and - chicka-POW!
How come these niggaz keep the world
and why the hell this nigga Weezy keep firmin girl?
Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal, Bentley
Then I'ma put up and hop in the van and hit your block
Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all need 'em
When you see them bullets that my glock pop, gon' eat 'em
See this for all my in the pen, I hope for freedom
And for all my niggaz buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper
Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I
#1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me?

[Lil
Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, the place
Blast the face, automatic to waist
You bastards Then it get awful and bad
There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with head
A nigga either gon' get it right, or get it at night
And when they spit it, lick his ass twice like 20 damn
Henny and ice is what I but light on the rocks
I them clips tight on them glocks and light up your blocks
And if there's, involved then your throat's involved
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of
Me and my nigga Sosa, run up in your crib
while your watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her
If you (?) chances slim like
If you drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia
Recognize real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac'll have coverin your back, ha?

- 2X