Lets Do It
Fuck that, in his face, dawg
Fuque, hit the weed
You got all that shit? Yeah
Uh, uh, I got Young Money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them B's up
Doing what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck
Prison in February and I ain't in no rush
Drink 'til I throw up
Nigga, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once
Hit 'em with the shotgun
Call that shit the stop button
Call me Doctor Carter
AKA Young Wild Nigga
AKA No Trial Nigga
AK click-clack, pow, nigga
Fuckin' with the kid and you'll be missin' like Bilal, nigga
Yeah, swagger stupid
Pack a Uzi
Hunnid clips nigga, that's a movie
Aim at your toupee
You sweet as Kool-Aid
Creme brulee
I'm sharp as Blu-ray
I fuck her today
Then she gotta skate, young Lupe
I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher
I keep the tools on me, get the screwface
Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
LV's, nigga, on every suitcase
YM, nigga, it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hoo-ray, yeah
Hammer in the Loui'd duff'
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up
Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up
I'm Weezy F. and the f is for flame
Eat these rappers, chef up the game
Shit on the track, shit on the train
Murder the beat, the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that's a shame
He kill anybody's song
Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman's dome
No homo, you rockin' wrong, rest in peace my Styrofoam
Now they won't know what I be on
Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Big money, my pockets long
New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back, pause
No homo, no maricon
Smokin' on that private grown
It put me where I belong
All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
Fuck her for an hour long
Let her take a shower, gone
Sorry, baby, but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone"
Yeah, you're a groupie
Get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that two faced
Bitch, I'm too great
Take your food tray
I was born on doomsday
Uh, ain't no nigga like me
Wassup to my gang
Big B's like a Breitling
Take a nigga bitch, she ride dick like she's cycling
Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men
Uh, fuck you niggas wan' do?
No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F. the f is for fuck what you're going through
Make your people mourn you
Haha, okay let's do it
Autor(es): Juaquin Malphurs, Donovan Winters, Travis Scott
