[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]

Chea

You could get got on the spot

Shot in the club parking lot from the AK

I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh

Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog, bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac

No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but I gotta lil’ scrap, aye

Hulk Hogan and you’re face down on the mat

Milk carton niggas, have ‘em wonderin’ where you at

Kidnap, nap the kids, find the bitch, split her wig

She’ll be in a cardboard box, underneath a bridge

Right where the bums live

One bitch, one night

Have her fuckin’ all my friends while I’m watchin’ bar fights

One might, say that

I’m a little conceited, plastic bags on my feet to keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah

In high school I was hated by my teachers ‘cause we had the same car but mines had more features

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Chea

You could get got on the spot

Shot in the club parking lot from the AK

I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh

Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]

See when my enemies came, nigga I ain’t never fled

I kept a bone crusher on me, I wasn’t never scared

My clique, all real niggas, we never hoes

Make sure your chest stay open like we never close

(Young Money!)

Matter fact, we’ll put ya behind, we never close

And if they find out where ya at, nigga we never told

It’s all platinum, we never gold

See, nickel bags is something we never sold

See a snitch, nigga, he better roll

Money in stacks, it never fold

I don’t give head to my loot, but I got cheddar to blow

I don’t give away shit, but I got cheddar to show

Try to jack some and watch I beretta ya throat

Niggas went from coppin’ Jettas to boats, from pushin’ boats to ‘copters

Gettin’ off, hoppin’ straight in a Boxter

Got a pretty red thing that keep her face in my boxers

And I don’t take red to Red Lobster, nigga holla!

Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Chea

You could get got on the spot

Shot in the club parking lot from the AK

I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh

Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

(Put the house up!)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

You don’t wan’ be out in the streets

Mouth full of blood and a soul full of heat

A house full of thugs and the orders of me, like don’t leave ‘till you get all of the keys

Hat full of holes and ya blood on my sneaks, like these is 650, ya blood too cheap

Me, I’m from New Orleans where we hustle in the heat

And enough work’ll have the cops hustlin’ for me, shit

Little city but ain’t nothin’ here for free, I’ma uptown nigga, put my money by my teeth, yeah

And it’s magic whenever I hear the beat

But give me a hundred keys. y’all a never hear from me, shit

Young Money and the leverage is deep, I am better than I ever been, that other shit was weak

Fuck making it in the industry, I made it in the streets

Now my eyes is arms and I’m takin’ what I see nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Boo]

Chea

You could get got on the spot

Shot in the club parking lot from the AK

I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh

Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 4: Boo]

It ain’t a secret I hold heaters, roll reefer

Everyday I’m walkin’ in new sneakers

Sunk in that two-seated Aston, and Hamilton blastin’, niggas tryna hate but I clip ‘em off like ashes (ashes)

Check my swag, young cocky and flashy

And look how I glittered my arm and glittered my charm

Nigga, I’m right here when the drama pop off

Niggas better run to mama when them llama’s pop off

See my connect in the Bahamas steady tryna hate

Before I hit ‘em with the 8, I’ma tell him to his face:

“Nigga, you a chump. I ain’t need you no way

You is the little man, wasn’t feedin’ me no way” haha

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Chea

You could get got on the spot

Shot in the club parking lot from the AK

I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh

Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)

Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka