10,000 Bars - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

Weezy Wee, bitch

S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground

Muhfucka, 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 don't rock the spot

The Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest

Diamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest

And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'?

Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something

With no heart for bitches like [?] or something

I be the true to nothing thorough nigga, 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 fuck I be saying from half a mile

How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models

Poppin' bottles with pussy 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 shit, this our click, you 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at

All of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'?

I cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck 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 fucking cannon, holding me back

With some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back

My niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily

My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby"

I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em

But now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em

Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades

And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray

Aww, fuck...

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]

Muhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga

I'm itching, clutching the trigger, muhfucka, you can end up in a river, shit

I'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit

And my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck

I'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up

Guns up like "What's up?", get your fucking guts cut

Tough luck, bruh, wonder why your bitch act stuck up?

Cause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt

Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man

Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane

Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game

Been in that deep shit, 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 niggas to start poppin'

At any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it

I'm off the strip muhfucka what you want?

This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk

Niggas 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, bitch

Look we can get it on bitch

Gotta get another rap to flow on, bitch..

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 bitch 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 bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches

My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive

And if anyone of you niggas 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 cocksucker, my life a check

I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya

I spit 16 after ya like I rap with ya

Put your chest in the back of ya

You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck 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 bitch

Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick

I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split

And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, 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 shit 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 fuck the bullshit 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, muhfucka

[Interlude]

Oh, oh shit, oh shit

What they want?

I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy?

Check it, check it

[Verse 3]

Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty"

Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy

Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean

Bring action to these fake ass niggas 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 drugs mixed up like Smoothie King

The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee

Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey

I'm so exciting

Money, murder, steal, kill, rape

You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates

This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors

I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you

Treat you like a bitch, bitch 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 niggas 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 assault men and semi-revolvers

Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green

If you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter

And y'all just look like bitches

You get fucked then I nut up

And just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up

Nigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop

I spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks

Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop

We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income

Fuck with me, watch the outcome

Niggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung

[Interlude]

That's that real shit, that's-

K, ok, ok

Yea, holla at me, holla at me

This for all these niggas, 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 shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos

See Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch 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, nigga fuck the world

I be with niggas that could get me years

I be with hoes and bitches 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

Niggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us

You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka

I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end

K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball

You other niggas 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 shit

I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident

Last name Carter like Vince and shit

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 niggas 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 shit

It's gon' be Sqad shit, 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 kill ya mom and them, don't fuck 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 niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact

I'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up

I leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch

[Interlude]

Oh, shit, I ain't finished

I ain't finished Duke

Check it, listen

[Verse 7]

I come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow"

Get down or you dying, niggas 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 niggas with a mafia budget

Can't nobody put nobody above it

And if they do, they find they body with your body above it

Fuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter

Fuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter

Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'?

The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket)

Call me Weezy you bitch

[Interlude]

Ok, ok

The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap

How the fuck 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 nigga, 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 shit cockin'

Better get flocking or get gotten

Dawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like "What's up?"

I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck"

The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do

You fuck 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 cocked 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 fucking with me man?

Check it, check it

[Verse 9]

What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don

Real nigga 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

Niggas 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 worst when you fuck with the Squad right

Pull you out your car at a stoplight

Catch you in the waist, make you my height

This shit'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 bitch and we rape you

Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt

Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault

[Interlude]

Holla at us

Man this Sqad shit is real, real biddig

Ooo shit

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, kill for my dough

My attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops

My real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops

I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops

And I'm a young nigga, 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 shit spaghetti tight

Playboy put the hood on that

We buy sports cars and put the fuckin' 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 bitch looking at me, I should bone that

Y'all niggas know where the fucking 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

Muhfucka bust one in your eye

Flip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95

But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001

I ride cars that's 2000 and fun

You know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 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 bitch, 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 shitter

And I ain't even hit her

My nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda

Forget her, another bitch 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 Asians, what's wrong?

My jewelry'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 fuck, I'm always gone

[Interlude]

I mean, I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla

Bitch 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 sucking 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 bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa

But Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya

Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya

And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya

How about you be a good bitch, 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, muhfucka

[Interlude]

Holla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit

Boy, boy, boy

[Verse 14]

I spit it for them niggas 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

Niggas won't do shit about it

Wave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em

I'm off the hinges, 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 fuckin' bullets dig in your leg

Positive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody

Y'all love Mos Def, I love fucking 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 niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit

And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit

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 niggas stop lying

Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying

[Interlude]

Fuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck 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

Fuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record

Wish every bitch 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 suck 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

Bitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that

I wish there wasn’t no droughts

I wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ??

I wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit

[Interlude]

Don’t stop it, though

Shit, boy

Fuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha

Listen

[Verse 17]

Nigga respect Weezy

I leave every one of you bustas to suffer

Fuck with me, I’ll touch any fucker you got love for

The Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers

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 fuck 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 muhfuckin’ don

Don’t get it tangled or twisted

Your head will get splitted

Tell the whole world that I did it

You bullshitted

We don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want?

We bring it to your head and your -

Boy, boy, check it

[Verse 18]

Nigga we peel guns, and homie, we fear none

Intentions to kill some, from bitches 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 niggas blows haze

Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay

Be dying the worst way

Who want it? Your bitch, you

Sqad is the official shit

Pistols spit behind little shit

I get a bad bitch 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 minds 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 ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage

18 years old, I got cash that age

[Interlude]

Who fuckin’ with me?

I’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka

Shit, 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 muhfucka

[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 fuckin’ 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 nigga

Bricks go for 10 gs on street value

Patience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you

The S Class 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

Nigga 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 shit

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

Bitch play with me, I’ll smack your bitch up

Bitch suck 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 shit smooth and slow

Now you gotta do the whole clique

You know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick

Catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit

This some freestyle shit until the track gone

Bitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone

I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone

Rap on

[Interlude]

Oh, I’ma rap on

Oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one

[Verse 21]

17th Ward nigga

My balls thicker, scars, and hard liquor

Revolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga

Fuck the laws and fuck peace

We all live raw

And we duck them boys and run streets

This shit won’t cease

You got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka

‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka

And I’m young but a wise nigga

But in the meanwhile, I’m wild going at it

Fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck is “find him dest”?

I meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death”

Death

7, S. Q

Holla at us, check it

[Verse 22]

Pistols burning

Pop the barrel, turning

It got the faggots 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 bitch to hustle and move product

And split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her

Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough

And behind the dough, I kill 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 nigga that blow a Tre with you

Then let a K hit you

Fuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all

Make you my underdog, put you under dawg

[Interlude]

Under dawg, holla

This shit we doing is under dawg

Man, listen

[Verse 23]

Bitch I’m explosive

All this niggas know this

Weezy, I’m your woadie

Holla, guns is toted

Never fucking loaded

But I keep more E

You know how I do it bitch, 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 fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes

But I only gets my dick sucked

That’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide

Down with the Squiddad

[Interlude]

Oh, oh, that my nigga 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 motherfuckin’ want

I never live with regrets

I speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest

Take heed to the shit 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 fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes

I ride in a frenzy

Ride in a Benzy

Fuck it, tryna fire my enemies

Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me

I spit that filthy shit

That gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me

Let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt

Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults

[Interlude]

Holla at me, mothafucke, holla at me

Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me

That’s my nigga, 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 nigga Sam, all call him Supa

This is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga

[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 cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors

The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers

Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton

Who stopping these lil’ niggas? 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 bitches 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 shit, holla at me

Ya, ya, ya

What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?

Fat, I got us

Is you ready?

What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy?

Not a muhfuckin’ thing

They don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance

Holla at me, listen

[Verse 27]

Nigga fuck with me, get washed away

Glocks and revolvers spray

Cats get they corners blazed

Blast with enormous Ks

Understand Weezy be the don and 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 bitch Victoria Secre-

‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on

Doo rag, G Nikes on

Hope the choir sing your ass a nice song

Niggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad

It is not wise

I’m robbing your block with Glock 9s

Pull out, cock, pop moms

Drop bombs

You niggas ?????????

Sqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me

Come to take shit

We be on some money make shit

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 motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla

Holla at me

All y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’

Come to your fucking street and kill families

Holla at this muhfuckin’ nigga

You know me

And ask your bitch, 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]

Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter

I’m a heartless lil’ bastard

Since Rabbit died, my life’s been darkened and shattered

Fuck all of you faggots

Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta

Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas, muhfucka

It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate

Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit

Niggas 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 shit

Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit

I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit

My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips

Fuck with me, I blast you idiots

Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka

[Interlude]

Muhfucka, ok, it’s real time

It’s real-time

I know what song next

I fuckin’ know what song next

Check it, check it

"Nigga 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 nigga like this nigga Weezy

Ain’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy

You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot

And if a muhfucka fuck with us, we shoot

We do the things, we do it big, we ride big

And if a muhfucka fuck with us, he die quick

I make your momma and your child spit up blood

I make shit come up to your thighs

This the Squad

I don’t fuck with niggas

I only fuck with six niggas

I only fuck with rich niggas

I only fuck with C. M. B. dawg

And they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg

I’ma freestyle ‘til the beat’s gone

I’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone

I’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone

And I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka

Here’s my dick, you can climb on

[Interlude]

Fuck, 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, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit

Check me, check me

Listen

[Verse 30]

I’m a outlaw

I’m quick on the draw

I’m from the motherfucking Graveland 17th Ward

I go hard, these niggas can’t play with me

I got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me

I spit this shit like a K spit rapidly

I make your fucking family live unhappily

Who the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy?

They know what I’m fucking ‘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 fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks

This Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end, you bitch

And I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend, you bitch

I put the -

Oh shit, 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 nigga motherfu -

Oh, oh, we living it up

We doing it real fucking big

We will kill fucking kids

If you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions

[Interlude]

You get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

What they know about me? Listen

Got some shit coming

Y’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare

‘Cause here it come, ok

Let’s do it

Oh, shit, oh, shit

What you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy?

Oh, shit, oh, shit

What you know about me?

Listen

[Verse 31]

Nigga 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 shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit

We on some mob shit

Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch

Glocks spit behind anything

Bitch 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 fuck, 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 fuck you, fuck it

Lounging in bubble

Rocky watch resemble mountains or something

Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n

Aye, when you fuckin’ with me, you fuckin’ with cheese

You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat

You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ 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 alright you get your fuckin’ life token

Despite the business, fuck rap

Picture block on a motorcycle wheeling

But the Glock ain’t right for kidneys

I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes

Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes

Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes

All the women in this nation hoes

Hot since my creation woa’

Who the fuck want him?

Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em

I got pistols with blood on ‘em

Whips with dubs on ‘em

Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em

Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em

Lips with dicks on ‘em

Chicks with bricks on ‘em

Chicks with chicks on ‘em

I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6

Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit

This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit

Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit

Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit

A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit

[Interlude]

Holla at me, I’m still not done

Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done

Nigga holla at me, holla at me

Listen, listen, listen

[Verse 32]

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 overcommitted

The youngest soldier come with it

Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted

Nigga 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?

Niggas 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, fuck it

That’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches

Holla at me

Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove

And that’s the end of that story

One

Shit

Man, man