I know Im going to piss of a lot people with this one but....
Word to my mama,
I’m out of my lima bean
Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bytch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech,
I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
bytch, I flow like scuba, bytch, I’m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bytch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle
Hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bytch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna
Got DAMN Corey went in