Lil Wayne)

You know it's Wheezy you know

Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know

You know it's Wheezy you know

Who Squideye



(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)

I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy

I been thuggin on da block

Fist clutchin' on da glock

Who Bout it

Motherfucker let me know shit

Y'all wit that hoe shit

I keep the fo grip

Hollowed tips fill the whole clip

Trippin' ya feel da whole clip

Get It

I'm on some mo shit

Quad Mafia blow Shit

Never slept for dough or no bitch

I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique

And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip

I'm so sick wit it

Dick nigga what is your purpose

I'm off the surface

Platinum merchandise shining perfect

For certain firearms

This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy

Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me

? pops don't yourself the next statistic

You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing

Which nigga want it

Holla at me I'll be at the top

With cha wife slobbing on my cock

And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped



(Hook: Lil Wayne) 2x



Okay

They run in yo place four straight to yo face

These Niggaz don't play

Believe me shit ain all right

They cut off all lights

And they ridin' all night

Till some shit that you don't like let's go



(Verse 2: Turk)

Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't

And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked

I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga

At any given time you gonna see that nigga

Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out

We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out

You could test the nuts If ya won't round

You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down

Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck

It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up

Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit

Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit

Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga

Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga

I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat

Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black



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(Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk)



(Lil Wayne)

Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread

And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared

Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice

Snatch at night get em back depending the price

Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge

My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw

And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin

Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra



(Turk)

Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize

When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die

Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire

Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive

I put that on everthing against anything ya bet

If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest

? vest ain no way you protect it

Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected



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