[Intro]

Drought 3

Yes, sir

Look

[Verse 1]

I bought it out like Stunna

I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach

Stuntin' like my daddy and your mama eat rubbers

I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman

My house is a dungeon

Yellow diamond ring lookin' like a little Funyun

Stand on my toes, you can call me Paul Bunyan

Switchin' up my flows like a nigga do construction

The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction

And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion

And if you say you ballin', we probably don't trust ya

And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck ya

Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck ya

Only if I say that she can touch ya like Busta

But she might cut ya and burn ya like Usher

Me and my clique be in red like Russia

I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya

Grandaddy purp' or bubble kush crusher

Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher

Cash Money, Young Money, check the production

I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction

[Verse 2]

Um, I walk it out like crutches

Two girls jump me like Double Dutches

My nigga T-Streets know a girl named Duchess

And every time he see her in the street, she be cussin'

I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she buggin'

He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him

I'm lookin' for a real bad bitch with a husband

I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothin'

I'm spittin' like I stumbled on a gold pot of somethin'

And when I was six, I saw my role model hustlin'

So I gotta hustle

These rappers talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'

You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday

Fuck is the arguin' 'bout? Nigga, Tha Carter out

This is what I call Da Drought 3

And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out

They better walk 'em out before we chalk 'em out

We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out

We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now

They don't want it, uh-uh, no, they don't want it, uh-uh

You see, they phony, I'm not, oh yeah, they phony, I'm not

I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out

I am a Saints fan, oh yeah, we marchin' now

Like we're a saints band, I play the organs now

And if they talkin', most likely, I'm what they talkin' 'bout

My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now

Man, I'm just tryna get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown

Okay, that Uzi make a Harley sound

Take two of these and walk around

Come straight from that homeless town

This game belong to Carter now, bitch