Didn't know that he fell off
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Big thing parked in the driveway
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a nikka irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King James on 'em
I walk around this bytch with my chest out
Yeah nikka bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em
Man look at who I done became on 'em
nikkas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em
All my nikkas brainless, need brain donors
We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shyt stains on 'em
Man fukk these nikkas, I don't know these nikkas
From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nikka
It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nikka
And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nikka
I shoot a nikka ass like Ginobili nikka
I kick a nikka ass like Shinobi nikka
I give your bytch dikk like Moby nikka
She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner
Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nikka
I'm on her cheese like anchovies nikka
I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nikka
Cause you on that bullshyt and you nosy nikka
You on that bullshyt ain't ya?
I'm back on my bullshyt, gangster
I'm back up to full strength, gangster
Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen
And I still root for the underdog
And you the pile of shyt under the underdog
These nikkas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan
I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
Got big booty bytches in their under-alls
And they p*ssy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm
And I swear when I'm in them panty hose
I'm like a kid in the candy store
But I got this bright red bandana though
Flingin' it like I'm a matador