I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a bic
L.A.T, Young Money mafia
[Verse 1 Gudda Gudda]
Dangerous, approach with caution
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
Quit baller-blocking us
Know that loyaltys amongst them
Whats all that hootin and hollerin?
Play pussy, get fucked, play ass, get stuck
Im who bring the dollars in
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
Percocet and Adderall, man I could walk on water
Baby get to geekin, get to geekin and gobblin
I got more shit than piss and make more money than cents
You will feel my chucks like Norris
We back by popular demand Why?
Posted up at granny house, trappin off the landline
Theres a Glock clocked by my pants line
[Verse 2 HoodyBaby]
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
L.A.T
I got my whole gang-gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Yeah, surfs up, Im wavy nigga
We all bite and no talk, my sharks break in your aquarium
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
Im in the ends with the sticks, its the revenge of the Crips
LW, Lil Wayne to them, to her thats length and width
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
When you see them thieves coming
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit, and you straining and shit
MOB, Im brazy nigga
If you try to touch my porridge
Hard at work, Im slaving nigga
Gudda
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
Hoe you know its L.A.T, we almost famous lil bitch
I dont have to ask, I dont have to beg
Your friends think Im bad, they must be looking for trouble then
I got bars with more in storage
Yeah, Im bumping Three 6 Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Chasing paper, we do that often
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Then I hop in the whip, make a play on some bricks
Single like a dollar bill
Its the return of the Blood, bout to turn up and thug
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
Flow so dope man, you cant copy
You cant bite it, you cant forge it
Drop the top, it was botherin
I got bands like its band time
[Verse 3 Lil Wayne]
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Hoe you know its OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch
Now go let your mother in
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
Let em snort cocaine at a party
All these fuckin karats on me, bitch Im Rabbit son
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Young dread head throwing gang signs (what else?)
Im a landmine, got this by a landslide, Im racing nigga
Motherfuckers try to test me, I aint cram for one
Try, but it aint no stopping us
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
Out of the ordinary, so went to the art of hustling
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Dont try to race, this car got horses
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Make her milk these fuckin niggas like some Capn Crunch
Get a massage while Im recording
Leave em stiff like rigor mortis
Bitch, grow up, its only head if you swallowin
Its a foam party, I be bustin they bubbles then
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Fat head, long neck, she bout to strangle this dick
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
Big Tymin, stunting and flossing
Cruise control, Im pacing nigga
Check in with me, and go and do your job
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
We wan know who got the chicken, show the colonel the gun
Okay Im shining, beaming, glossing
Duct tape and we quackin up, then beat em with more bats
All my bitches think Im gorgeous
Turn around, Im waving nigga