[Intro: La the Darkman, DJ Drama & DJ drops]

Dedication 3!

Aww

Yeah

This what y'all asked for!

L-A-D!

[Verse 1: La the Darkman, DJ Drama & DJ drops]

I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozzarella

Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar

When it come to robbery, nobody do it better

Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Yeah)

The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest

Understand my English, nigga, I'm a genius

Ice like a snow cone, writing in my iPhone

Went from selling crack to selling ringtones

Straight out the projects to million-dollar homes

Inside The Carter, cooking 36 zones

Thirty-six O's, and I break 'em all down

In and out of every trap, all through the A-Town (Ill!)

The Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger

I'm a young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!)

S.S. Chevy with the big block engine

Rims and paint cost me a whole pension, pow! (Gangsta!)

[Verse 2: Jae Millz, DJ Drama & DJ drops]

I don't need nothing but my niggas and enough weed to go around

A tinted sedan, some grams, and a loaded pound

Fuck what another nigga think of me

I'm thinking multimillions, he thinkin' Gs (Oh!)

Nigga, please—get your mind right

Fuck tryna be fresh—get your grind right

'Cause I'm like, so in another league

I throw my pitches at different degrees

And I spiral my pigskins at different speeds

And I hit threes, 'cause at different times, I release

My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you not

Just be happy I'm letting you breathe

I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus

It's Young Money, bitch, the game needs us

Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga?

Kidd Kidd and Sean, get it how you live, nigga

My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership

And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom, so they feelin' sick

Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites

Private planes, palm trees, big change, I can't complain

I made a promise to myself that I'd never be a have-not

Nigga, fuck being broke, shit

Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you

When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler

Fuck what you heard, in the booth, I goes off like the lights if you ain't pay and it's the third

And you already two months late with your bill

Clown nigga, you's a lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

Ugh, if you didn't, now you know

It's the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow

Icicle chain got a million-dollar glow

Quarter-mil' for the gang if you tryn' book a show

Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects

Got a pocket full of money, nigga, hand on my Tec

I'm demanding respect, I'm a man to respect

Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck

It's no other than Gudda Gudda, man

Still 'bout my money, nigga, fuck another man

I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle, man

I be climbing through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man

Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the scope

A bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for

The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo

Fifty clips at his hat, leave a peeled potato

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]

I call my nina "bay," like San Diego

Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a tornado

And all my riders riding like a Winnebago

You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go

Rawer than a 'qualone

Shoot you like "Halo," give your ass a halo

These bitches walk around acting like they J-Lo

But man, I remember when these bitches was just "Hey, ho" (Gangsta!)

"Hey ho, how you doing?" Me, I'm doing every fucking thing

Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (Gangsta!)

This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne

And you MCs are just "milk and cherries" to Lil Wayne

Haha! And bitch, I'm greedy

But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes

Sweetie, I'm a different species

I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces

What the fuck do I be thinking?

"Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin"

Your girlfriend is into them gangstas

And me—being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend (Gangsta!)

I stay still when the world spins

And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman

You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me

And we are better than all y'all bitches, niggas, hoes

Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones

But these dudes won

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ drops]

Dramatic!

Won

Dramatic, nigga!

The South, for real

Haha!

But not "one," 'cause, "Dedication 3," technically

Shout-out to the Dunk Ryders

Special, I fold that red flag

Right pocket, all the time

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Gangsta Gri-Zillz!