I got young money up, and now I got my feet up Tunin' this bitch till my niggas throw them beads up Doin' what the *** I want, hate me all the *** you want Real niggas *** with me and I don't give a *** who don't Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, *** Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush Drink till I throw up, nigga roll more blunts Balls so hard, man, I gotta go pro once Hit him with the shotgun, call that *** the stop button Call me Dr. Cotton, aka Young Wild Nigga, aka No Trial Nigga, aka Click Clack Wild Nigga ***in' with the kid and you'll be missin' like Wild Nigga, yeah Swagga stupid, pack a Uzi Honey Clips, nigga, that's a movie Aim at your toupee, you sweet as Kool-Aid Cream brulee, I'm sharp as Blu-ray I *** her today, then she gotta skate Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard Bobby Boucher, I keep them tools on me Get the screw face, flowers for the day Here's a bouquet, LV's, nigga, on every suitcase YM, nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga, hooray, yeah Hammer in the Louis Dup, take the nigga bitch She give me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a *** about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up Take the tripod out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm Weezy F and the F is for Flame Eat these rappers, chef of the game *** on the track, *** on the train Murder the beat, the beat was slain Rest in peace, that's a shame He killin' everybody, so Versatile as ***, I switch it up like Dennis Raimondon No homo, you rock and roll Rest in peace, my styrofoam Now he won't know what I be on Get the *** out my dick, my cock, my bone Big, big money, my pockets long New Orleans, I got my home And they got my back, pause No homo, nobody come Smokin' on that private phone It put me where I belong All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, provolone *** her for an hour long Let her take a shower, gone Sorry, baby, but I'm in my I don't wanna be by the zone, yeah You're a groupie, get on your duty Two women give me head Call that Two Face Bitch, I'm too great Take your food tray I was born on Doomsday Ain't no nigga like me What's up to my gang? Big B's like a Breitling Take a nigga bitchy Ride my dick like she cyclin' Then she can't walk, run, or jump like white men *** you niggas won't do No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Easy after F is for *** what you're goin' through Make your people mourn you Ha, okay, let's do it