[Intro]

Kush

Good kush, yup

[Chorus]

Weezy dip, dip, Wayne set, set

And I grip TECs, leave 'em waterbed wet

And I know just where to put these hollow tips

His chest, his chest, his chest

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Ayo, I take on a gang of gangs, anything, animals, orangutans

Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes when I make it rain

I got a whole collection, I got a dope connection

I got a coke connection, I got a dough infection

No homo, my flow is as hard as an erection

So that's why it's fuck the world with protection

Pay attention to the lecture

My words carry life like a stretcher

Yeah, you know young Wayne in here

Smellin' teen spirit like Kurt Cobain was here

Yeah, yeah, we got them things in here

And we will bang in here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And the bank is here, Lincolns here, Grantses here

Jacksons here, Franklins here, them dead motherfuckers

And the drank is here, dank is here, stank in here

Gangstas here, wanksters fear that red motherfucker

And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock

Coupe with the titties pop, motherfuck a city cop

And I got the haters like, "When will he stop?"

Maybe a minute after never, set your clocks

I'm a nutcase, Uptown's my birthplace

They feel me comin' like the weekend on Thursday

[Chorus]

We got Vegas chips, nigga, bet, bet

I hope you boys ready because I'm jet set

And when I come up in the building, you already know

Bitch wet, bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now

Yeah

[Verse 2]

Yes, um

Gloves, draws, socks, tees, all made by Ralph Lauren

No shades, just my eyeballs watchin' 'em, tattoos on top of them

Igloos for watches and champagne for breakfast

And sports cars for lunch and pussy for dinner

I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner, yeah

Ask the paparazzi, I'm in the Maserati

Ridin' shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie

I call her Kami, that's short for kamikaze

She call me daddy and never short with daddy money

It's Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey

I'm never broke, never have a cast on me

Always paid, always got cash on me

I gotta feed, the pockets of my pants hungry

I'm a Phantom hauler, a shooter, not a brawler

And your girlfriend's a determined Carter caller

Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch

I put her on the corner, shit, I let her make a porno flick

She will play the role again whenever she roll again

Pop a pill and roll again, now we on the road again

Yeah, I work her, work her

Tell her be my slave, bitch, I'm paid

Out my cage, I just can't feel my face

With Santana, we wild riders like Al-Qaeda

Supreme Dada, Young Moolah, Bird Junior

[Outro]

Yeah

Ha