[Verse]

Weezy F Baby, F ya lady so quick so fast

No lines, no laughs, just wine and grass

And sometimes they like grams and grass

Whatchu know bout getting coke sucked off your dick then put it in her ass?

I'm nasty huh? But she like that shit though

So I like that trick ho, but never wife that bitch, no

But never mind that bitch though, got plenty more

Hen' and Mo', women know.. Weezy Deuce Bigalow

So tell ya crew hello

The game come with the boy, the boy come with the game bitch I'm a Game Boy

Shoot from across the club, I got range boy

DJ let them know I came and she came

White as cane in the Range, drop-drop on the thangs like stop, pop, chop and swang (spinners)

Yeah mayne I cop, pop, chop and slang where mayne? (flippers)

Where the cops not bopping a thang, yeah man

Fi, told me to milk it, I did and he said I killed it, so now we both filfthy, brother ya gotta feel me?

And brother you gotta kill me if you want me to ever stop drillin this real shit in ya ears bitch

And here's this new thang, SQ Wayne, SQ Gang

Say something lay bloody man

They hustlin', they thuggin' man

Come around the way buggin, they bustin them weight cutters man

M-10 barrel, slim, trimmin' your frame

Him and his mayne, him and his kids, him and his dame so

Who gives a flying fuck, this is the game

And it ain't shit without misery, pain

You learn that later

Get the purple from the A we burn that playa

Grab a J up in the air, J up in the air

Me and Fi speaking private in the air

Talkin about how we gon squad it out later

Fuck later do it now, wizzle

And I got the uzi in the ground

Fresh crew cap fit to the ground

Tech put a pig dick to the ground

His face in the dirt, he was scared

He had a picture of Mase on his shirt, go to church

Had a picture of cherry cool-aid to your feet

I clap the itchy at whoever else say shit

Make me show you what that is by my ribs

Nigga weezy blow better than momma ribs

Who you know better, get your ho, mo wetter

I'm up in lil momma rib

Now she tells me there where I should live

But I gotta bounce baby

Gotta get that money in political amounts baby

If not it's critical for politics I'm robbin bricks

I'm in the middle of the squad with clips poppin shit like

Which nigga want it cuz I got it to borrow, yeah

And round here they call me lil carter

I feel harder with the steel folder

And I'm real, but I know niggas is real opposite

So I walk with it, I talk with it, perform with it

That's how I be so calm and shit, smooth gangsta

Straight from the arm with, palmin it

Leave a permanent scar burning your dome and shit

Burning it off and shit, offin' shit

Homie you should learn I'm the don and shit

Often shit, burner on me off then off me quick

Pop that nigga, yeah bitch I'm super thugged out

And I ain't trying bring Pac back nigga

But I am the cash money Makaveli

Pack a heavy mac eleven, spaghetti and meatball and creep off

Better you than me dog, now sleep dog

Street talk, this is the carter drought, y'all welcome