[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2Pac]

Haters, nigga, Heh

Sqad Up, nigga

(Fuck Jay-Z), nah my nigga, I fucks wit' Jay-Z

Sorry (Mmm hm), Know I'm sayin'

(Fuck Jay-Z), No no no, I fucks wit' the homie, man, sorry

(Fuck Jay-Z), No

Yeah we 'bout to Sqad this thing out, baby

Is y'all ready to sqad wit' me, then throw yo guns in the air muhfucka

If you ain't got a gun get the fuck up outta here muhfucka

'Cause we gon' bust it in ya head muhfucka

We here muhfucka, yeah, this is the sqad right here, dawg and no the rhyme didn't even start yet

Baitch

But here we go, come on Wayne, look

[Verse: Lil Wayne]

I, young money boy Lil' Weezy hold it for A and Eagle

Cash Money cross the belly, Cash Money Makaveli

We get that fetti fellas, we bump that Roc-a-fella

We got it pumpin' holla back we crack rocafellas

Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas

I got that brown boy or that white Consuela

Fee this shit over, I got us that's a promise

Let's go cop two new Rovers, drop it on Magic Johnsons

That's 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules

500 up in ya tummy, can you stomach dude

S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin' dues

That's why yo bitch is over here suckin' and fuckin' dudes

Y'all niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude

This shit too hot to relax bitch don't get comfortable

I fuck with super Sammy Blanco and fuck the bull

Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin' full

What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby

No for real bitch its Weezy baby

Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne

The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came

I leave you with a Tampax frame all bloody

Just stand back man y'all don't want it

But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang

My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang

My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly

Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money

I got that um all good if its no crack money

I got that, he's all good, he don't need to show that money

I blow that money cause I know that money

Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money

If that bitch on 21's then you know that's money

I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somethin'

You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude

Thats that Weezy the shit that make your soul burn slow, fuck ya

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Fuck ya

S-Q-A-D Holla at ya boy

They can't fuck wit' me man

I don't, dawg, I don't see 'em fuckin wit ya nigga right here, ya know what I'm sayin

Call me the throwback young'n, bitch every time you see me I'm in the 70's hoe

You don't know if it's a jersey or the pimp game bitch

Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket, you know what I'm sayin'?

In the balloon or the silver pack, what you how you want it nigga? Huh? How you want it dawg?

It's whatever we got it nigga from 64's to Bentleys, to Porsches nigga to the, to the, to the fuckin G-Wag

You don't see a G-Wag in the city unless it Weezy, and that white lady but we don't know her, you know what I'm sayin'?

That's how we doin' it dawg

This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin' it down for the N.O

And when you come past here you entering my home nigga

I, I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run the East Man

You know what I'm sayin', so, so when you get to sheps think of Weezy man

Know you steppin' into Weezy territory, you more than welcome to come holla at me man

I got whatever you need, holla at ya people man

Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg, hm